Mad Hatter

Mad as a hatter they 

Always say.

Down with bloody big


Head or so he says.

Always watching over me,

Thinking that I wouldn't notice him there,

Thinking that I'd be better off with out him.

Everyday I wondder if this is

Right to feel this way about him or wrong to even consider it. 


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