and I'm frustrated with myself
but I can't change
I don't want to be me anymore
and all of the
tics
tocs
clicks of clocks
that tell the time
tell me this is just a phase
Why can't you tell me what I wanna hear
to help me get some rest
Oh my darling dear?
The songs of the birds
don't bring calmness no more
oh no, no they don't sing
barnacle goose
born ruffians
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