Socks are the glass condoms for the feet

There will be no pissing near a helpful little giving tree


If you heed my warning

I'll make sure you will not die

There's screaming going on outside

Think it's best to go to my closet corner and hide

Hide away from those bad feelings

I'll never yell so long as I am still breathing


I'll keep waiting this out

I'll just wait this out

They won't notice me in here

They'll never figure me out!

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words grow and these have a future. Encore!