Wednesday, 6 February 2008

It Makes Sense (To Me)

I had to go to pick up my grandfather
That overwhelmed me
We were late getting home
That overwhelmed me
I didn’t have my medication
That overwhelmed me
I didn’t get much sleep
That overwhelmed me
No-one listens to me
You’re the one in charge
You listen to what I say
But you don’t read it
My thoughts are transparent
You look right through them
I’m a black sheep
Amongst white ones
I’ll be like a sheep in a thunderstorm
And blend into the ground
I’m so stupid
Like dirt
I’ll be normal like all the others
I’ll be stupid and a waste of time
I’ll do it until the cows come home

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