I think they’re out to kill me
Four times – in a row.
It isn’t necessarily fair to blame them
And I’ll be gone before they know.
I think she wants to punish me
Vengeance isn’t my game
I lie awake for hours
But it never will be the same
I think he’s trying to avoid me
My whining and my sighs
It’s always fun, hanging out
But, lately, it’s hard to meet his eyes
I think he’s very annoyed by me
I probably would be, too
But what would we really make of it
If a stranger was whispering to you?
I think she thinks I’m angry
Hateful, mean, whatever else is said
It’s not really that I hate her
Just can’t control what’s in my head
I think she thinks I’m degenerative
And I think it makes her sad
But I don’t want to look at my worst nightmare
I don’t think that I’ve been bad
I think he knows I’m whispering
He probably thinks I’m longing
Truly I just don’t understand
How quickly she started belonging
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