Words seem to be all I'm good at, and I'ts the only thing that cripples me at the same time
Cat had my tongue, I didn't want it back
Scaredy cat, hardly frightened
My speech implies that of an enlightened
Thinker, I think, I thought
Words, on a stage, I'm distrought
Rigormotis set in, stone, to the bone
Keep those words to myself, I'd rather be alone
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Words seem to be all I'm good at, and I'ts the only thing that cripples me at the same time
Cat had my tongue, I didn't want it back
Scaredy cat, hardly frightened
My speech implies that of an enlightened
Thinker, I think, I thought
Words, on a stage, I'm distrought
Rigormotis set in, stone, to the bone
Keep those words to myself, I'd rather be alone
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