By distant moon
Date: 9 April 2001
Solitary Stare
Someone better catch my brain
it's leaking
someone better call the dogs
I've got an itchy feeling
That she's gonna write me off
Just because she has got that evil, sanitary stare
She pierces all my being with her lonely ...
Someone better catch my brain
it's working
I can see her for her fate
But am I simply being ignorant or am I truly brave?
Just because she got that evil, spaced-out, dead man stare
She pierces all my soul with her ordinary ...
Someone better tie my shoes
Someone better buy me out
Someone better pad my knees
Before I get to the ground
Just because she has that textbook, dreaded, blatant, bleeding stare
She pierces all my being with her fortune 500 prayer
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