it's loud in here
the ringing noise-
and you won't stop talking
i try to make myself quiet
foetal position
my mind is a mountain
and the thoughts are clouds
that should pass by
but instead
there comes a mist and a weeping rain
i would say anything to shut myself up
but words are not enough
too much and never enough
so pour me a cup
or two or three-
i won't remember tomorrow
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