Senseless
He asked if you had sense
You did not understand what he meant
You go home thinking about that
Until flies over your head
A black bat with suddenly makes you sad
For no good reason,even in a to celebrate season
You still thinking
Along your blinking
You feel you're sinking
You're in a useless mess
You think it is a test
The only reason you struggle
Is that your always focused on the trouble
Witch is stuck
In an unpoppable bubble
People make up stories for the press
Witch does no good or less
You're in luck You're not part of that
People never understand
They just want to be famous
A cursed name it is
You will be crumbled
In a surrounded dark tunnel
You'll be in most tension
Witch will lead you to depression
Witch will be your full time obsession
And your most sacred possession
You won't consider any lesson
Due to your desire for fame
People wont like
You'll be called lame
Whatever you do
You'll recieve threats
That one have a crust
They'll call you nuts
The end
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