Nevermore

In the corner, the tiles on the floor they get smaller, ever smaller eversmaller, evermore And the cealing, painted cealing chips of paint fall on the floor chips are falling, always falling always falling, evermore and the mocking bird, the caged bird always jealous of the sounds it mocks me always mocking always laughing, evermore. And i sit there and i take it i stay on the tiled floor the tiled floor and chips of paint fall on my head, evermore but i wont take it i cant take it i cant stand that tiled floor no more paint no more mocking i refuse it!, anymore i repaint the chipping cealing i replace the tiled floor i free the caged bird i wont take it nevermore