I grow dizzy watching you
Swinging this way and that
As if I'm nothing to lose
Just a bothersome gnat
I remain in the background
I wait and see
Unable to make a sound
While you torture me
I can't take much more
Of your careless ways
My eye is on the door
I'm coming out of this daze
I will soon use my voice
Rise upon my feet
You no longer get the choice
Of choosing me
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
I grow dizzy watching you
Swinging this way and that
As if I'm nothing to lose
Just a bothersome gnat
I remain in the background
I wait and see
Unable to make a sound
While you torture me
I can't take much more
Of your careless ways
My eye is on the door
I'm coming out of this daze
I will soon use my voice
Rise upon my feet
You no longer get the choice
Of choosing me
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