(rd67) – The “Quiet Weird Kid” | 8 March 2022

 Tricked right by broken-promise songs 
Gibb'rish wished dreams string me along
Shoulda walked the road fork's left prong

Losing direction - vice takes leæd
Numbing vibration smoking weed
Loving connection what I need

Scared to admit how lonely
It is the part they don't see
Drowning as they still ignore me

Words so heavy - I'm so weak
I can't even bear to speak
My voice playing hide-&-seek

Back row reservation - I hid
Apathy's cracks through which I slid
Just another "quiet weird kid"
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Parrots make sound but never songs

never sing parrot sound wrong

Wish gibb'rish is the Parot song
- with words wrong right yet know
Right sounds
Shoulda taken the left fork prong
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Parrots never sing parrot sound wrong

Wish gibb'rish parrots know
Right words without meaning
Shoulda taken the left fork prong

Losing direction vice takes leæd
Numbing vibration smoking weed
Loving connection what I need

Scared to admit how lonely
It is the part they don't see
Drowning as they still ignore me

Words so heavy - I'm so weak
I can't even bear to speak
My voice playing hide-&-seek

Back rows reservations - I hid
Apathy's cracks through which I slid
Just another "quiet weird kid"
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Wish gibb'rish forgotten songs
Their right words always sounded wrong
Should have taken the left fork prong

Losing direction vice takes leæd
Numbing vibration smoking weed
Loving connection what I need

Scared to admit how lonely
It is the part they don't see
Drowning as they still ignore me

Words so heavy - I'm so weak
I can't even bear to speak
My voice playing hide-&-seek

Back rows reservations - I hid
Apathy's cracks through which I slid
Just another "quiet weird kid"
 Jumbled gibberish of a broken song
Everything I do & say is always wrong
Should have taken the left fork prong

Losing direction my vices take leæd
Numbing vibration of Mu§ic with weed
Loving connection what I really need

Scared to admit how lonely
It is the part they don't see
Drowning as they still ignore me

Words so heavy - I'm so weak
I can't even bear to speak
My voice playing hide-&-seek

Back rows reservations - I hid
Apathy's cracks through which I slid
Just another "quiet weird kid"

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