Quick, quick Tell me something awful Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy Tell me all your secrets All you'll ever be is My eternal consolation prize You see I was a debutant in another life but Now I seem to be scared to go outside If comfort is a construct I don't believe in good luck Now that I know what's what I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears I'm there most of the year Cause I hate it here I hate it here
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@Mahaandherday8 ай бұрын
I hate it here so I’ll go to secret gardens in my mind