You added another item to your list Of things to hold back the voices Something to occupy your mind While you drown out nasty noises
It’s sporting to watch in a sick way Like waiting for a dam to burst Will you take up quidditch next or Reach for a bottle to slake your thirst
I’m sorry but your battle is being lost And I have a nasty habit of truth telling One day you’ll run out of hobbies Because your mind won’t quit rebelling