La-La-La
By birksy
Other people’s words, Sometimes all I hear, Never quite my own. Want to shut them out, Whistle while they burn, Fingers in my ears. I wonder what they say, Never stop to listen, Can’t be very much. Let me talk today, Promise I won’t mean, Half of what I speak. Written December 10th, 2001 © on Dec 09 2001 07:26 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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