Time comes around
Being so vain...
Well I'm not, how about you!
Left 5 minutes ago
On a bonafide train
Teaching to be alone at night
Swelling up inside, I admit to signal
Ahead!
And not to kind
To be the one who tells you not to dive
Running up and down
Somewhere around a frequent state of mind
Moving back and forth
Driving the nails down,
I stay here!
It's a word, it's a tale
Don't want to hear otherwise
Bury? I'll get the shovel
Throw it away
Dig you up later...
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