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
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