insecure and wretched
one day that wind is coming inside
needy i cling
id rather jump off a cliff
than ask a soul to help me
and be rejected
my speech has withered away
i got the Christmas blues
no partner no children
no parents and no friends
n now that we've switched off the phone
the alarm bell rings
n i can see right into your eyes
n its not appropriate
n i dont wanna feel my feelins
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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