This land is so upturned Sometimes it seems absurd Phases are all that we sell
Books and toys are no more Trapped in the wooden floor Hiding in protective shells
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When I was a little kid Everything seemed stupid Not much of that has changed
Everyone’s still so mad Breaking memories I had All the while vain and deranged
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Something has spoken Or maybe just me Talking to myself in corners Insanity rests On these “do your best”’s No time to have fun anymore
If maturity is just down the road, Then why can’t people get in the right lane?
Why must we all so be One rattled family? Is it the way that things work?
Saying hello and then Receiving a slap instead And called unjustly a jerk
lalala…
Sun shimmers in the sky Losing sight in my eye Flower and poison arise
Left on diagonal lies And unhealthy heavy sighs Exiled from all child’s play
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