Bugs In Amber

Flute Song

Bugs In Amber


Make up to segregate
What I think you talk about too much
Say words to fill some space
Makes mistakes rerun around too much

I think that you're afraid
Displaying better thoughts could blame you happy
What a shame

Made up binding wrists to bed posts
Armored self-esteems play midnight hosts

Comforts resting blanket despair
Whirlwinds serve you circles once again

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