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Fleeting

xSmackSoundxxSmackSoundx Posts: 479
edited October 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
rising rising my brain through the ceiling
I don't know were or who to call
God oh no I don't like this feeling
Get me out, Get me out, Get me out

Nothing here, nothing wrong here
nothing wrong, except nothing's here

Enough sanity to feel pain
I don't know were or who to call
GOD please keep my brain
Get me out, Get me out, Get me out
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