I have a Melody stuck creeping in my head,
I can't do anything, I sing along instead.
If you could put yourself in my skin, you'd understand,
I't not who i want to be, It's just who I am.

My mind took control, I wonder what comes next,
I know they say without the worst you can not be the best.
My heart is beating out of my chest,
It's beating for two, It's beating for you.

I am a poem not many can understand,
but metaphorically I'm written with steady hand.
If you just sharpened up your pencil you'd feel my pain,
It's not how I want to feel, It's just how I am.

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