Trashing Days


Then i come in,
they go mad, hit my nose and
hit my back, break me every
single bone, throw me out just
like a stone It's the corner it's
the dress, small the town and
big the mess, that I cause with
every step, but still I walk,
nonetheless They're skipping
backwards, they're thrashing
days, is that all they're
believing in? Smash my head
to make it spin It won't change
so come with me, just with your
eyes I will see just with your
arms I can hold, and keep
away them dump and cold







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