Repetitive
Stop calling.
Get out.
Drum beat in my head
making me shout.
What can I say?
It’s all fake!
I can’t hear what you’re saying,
please pronunciate.
Someone let me out
trapped inside,
let me out.
Stop taunting,
you know it’s wrong.
Don’t understand
what’s going on.
Please stop!,
please stop!,
this repetitive song.
This is the end of you.
No it’s not!
Don’t know what to do.
This is the end,
end of you.
Turn it over,
Side two………..
Copyright © Jim Campbell | Year Posted 2007
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