Well well, you keep knocking the wound Making me hurt some more Rubbing in salt and turning my head So self-confidence dies on the floor Ok ok, you keep telling me That you're the only one to know Why they're all against you But I think it just goes to show You didn't think it through You've got me living on top of a low And you know You've got me stood like a fool on show And you know You've got me taking things from you, you know I can't repay English man English man Go directly to jail Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred pounds All your efforts will fail All your hopes will drown Keep on, keep on the rails You're heading straight towards that wall You question me on things you know You're just waiting for me to fall But I won't play until you let me go Stop stop, I'm gonna get you Get you by your pride Stuff it in your mouth Make you swallow it deep inside So leave me alone in your house You're a yellow and black striped zebra A sight for my sore eyes You've dazzled me many a time With your convincing fatal lies But without you, I know I'm fine You surround me with abstract mirror walls They're all around; you know you've got me The radiant sun reflects onto my face The rays, they're blinding, and I can't see It looks like you've put me in my place.
Reason for writing:
written after a night out which ended up with me getting into four different fights.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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