The fact of your interest in me is proof
That you must be crazy,
Or I have been hiding myself well.
That fact, the one of your interest in me
Puzzles, confounds, I can't accept the logic
Do you want this lumpy mess?
Were I honest, my own faults cry loudest to me
And that you can't hear them, or can but ignore them-
I feel claustrophobic in your open mind.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
The fact of your interest in me is proof
That you must be crazy,
Or I have been hiding myself well.
That fact, the one of your interest in me
Puzzles, confounds, I can't accept the logic
Do you want this lumpy mess?
Were I honest, my own faults cry loudest to me
And that you can't hear them, or can but ignore them-
I feel claustrophobic in your open mind.
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