You wouldn’t want to get inside my head

The things I’ve seen would leave you cold

Don’t believe all I’ve heard, if truth be told

If and when the day comes to talk of dress

Walk that line we each must tread

I’ll wear all black but my eyes are red

 

 

I’m signing so many papers

Small print I should have read

I think I should start saving

Into a house or out of debt

What does it matter?

It can all be left

To all the judges

The jury is out

And at the stand

They declared

Nothing but the truth was said

If and when the day comes to witness this death

I’ll wear all black but my eyes are red

 

 

 

 

 

Anticipation

Someday

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