Loud mouths and talks Give me a headache The mind in a lock In an open room, blocked
In my seat I squirm Wish I could wiggle out like a worm Heart beats go boom Wish I could teleport out of the room
No app on the phone Which says Skip escape delete Walk out straight Neither an option Now it’s too late
Worse still, The tormentor doesn’t know, of being one The crazy mind blinks and thinks Search database, use unwanted words just like this extra verse
To be cruel is not an option In my head there’s always enough room To be physically present and mentally lost To be at peace and find solace Never A Loss