I love the spring,
And listening to the mockingbirds sing.
I thought I’d be alright,
Then they died in flight.
You and I used to be—
In love and so happy.
I thought I might cry,
But I rather watch you die!
So don’t be afraid,
Just be aware,
It only takes a kiss,
To become a nightmare.
The ouja board has spelled
What seems to be a message from hell.
I’m just not convinced!
And I haven’t loved anyone since.
Her ghost plays these games
Of rearranging names.
Trust questions fear
And love I try to stir clear.
I’m locked in an attic,
Let me out!
Let me out!
Now I need to find,
Something, that’s always been mine.
There’s this head of a clown,
That the devil has been bouncing around.
I don’t try to realize,
The meaning in the skies.
I always hang wolfsbane,
To soothe my rotting brain!
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