Please foget the words.
That I just blurted out.
It wasn’t me it was.
My strange and creeping doubt.
It keeps ratting my cage.
And there’s nothing in this world.
Will keep it down.
Even though I might, even though I try I can’t.
So many things that keep.
That keep me undergorond.
So mamy words that I.
That I can never find.
If you give up on me now.
I’ll be gutted like I’ve necer been before.
Even though I might, even though I try I can’t.