They are birds of a feather,
Forever together,
And how could they forget me

They tease and poke,
And of my hopes they joke,
They will remain forever mean

They hide in the mist,
And they slap my wrist,
When I go and do something wrong

But stay quiet they do,
When I'm around you,
But quiet, they don't stay for long

They whisper between my ears,
Make me cry tears,
Tears that create a flood

But when I go to bed,
They make me color in red
As I draw them lines of *blood