Scream
You make me want to scream.
You are clouding my brain.
Your hair is thin.
Your back cannot be seen.
Beautiful... loving you is my sin--
Five hours that have been--
So slow, so painful, desert ridden.
You are a permanent stain.
It's not your fault--
That you won't go away
It's not your fault--
That you are clouding my brain.
I still love you.
Every minute without you is pain.
It's only been three days.
I can't stop thinking of you.
You make me want to scream,
Because you are clouding my brain.
Stop playing me like a game--
Before I go insane.
These antagonistic games remain the same.
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