stuck in my head
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Surrounded by everything she loves
No satsifaction
Craving more, drifting futher
Same question, different answer? INSANE
Help...I'm Lost
When will this all change?
You've tripped me over my thin line
Filler full of toast, see
That'll get the ghost, see,
eat it up, you're close see, knave.
Give it to your ghosty
holler to your host-y
Callout til your toasty babe
Dear Mind,
Look at you a cacophony of noise. Constant yet... forever changing.
A squall of color that finds solace in the lack of it,
A song is stuck right in my head.
I can feel it.
The lyrics, there aren't very many,
are rotating around my frontal lobe
and up and down my corpus colossus.