I trace round the corners

Of my mind, I poke my

Finger as deep as it can

Go

I trace round the corners

Of my mind, it’s 5 am and

I am still thinking, thinking

Of you

I trace round the corners

Of my mind, I tried but

I could never let go and

I don’t know why

I trace round the corners

Of my mind, tickled toes

And bristled foes are now

Long gone

I trace round the corners

Of my mind, it scares me

That it’s all beyond my

Control

People talk as if it’s easy

But I wouldn’t know easy

If it hit me in the face

I learnt young

To cling on, to cling on

For dear life, before you

Drown on a sinking ship

And it all goes down

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