Stuck
I'm sitting here with nothing to do
but occupy my mind with strange, disturbing thoughts;
Oh such strange, disturbing thoughts.
It often happens that my thoughts overtake me and
I get lost in the mazes that they have wrought;
Have tunelled through my brain day by day.
There's a Mad Monkey in my head
Holding a remote control
he's taken over all my mind
Now he's after my broken soul.
Because I'm siiting here with nothing to do
but occupy my mind with strange, disturbing thoughts;
Yes, such strange, disturbing thoughts.
It often happens that my thoughts overtake me and
I get lost in the mazes that they have wrought,
have tunneled through my brain day by day.
There's a Mad Monkey in my head
holding a remote control.
He's taken over all my mind and
Now he's after my broken soul
And I'm STILL sitting here with nothing to do....
Copyright © Tanya Bunge | Year Posted 2012
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