November 11, 2006 at 10:41 AMFrustrated. Nightmare. Angry. Those spoken words consume me now. They will haunt me down the corridors of my slumber and remind me once again when I awake. Who knows for how long. If I could rub it off, I would.
Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow
But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
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