Welcome to Idiotville
The place right at my windowsill
Had I recognized my feelings
Before it was too late
I might've prevented these dealings
Or at least lessened my fate
Welcome to Idiotville
A place where not just time stands still
Had I seen what was before my eyes
Before everything went so wrong
It might have stopped those stupid cries
Or perhaps they had not felt so strong
Welcome to Idiotville
A place where even angels kill
How can I tell you what is true
When I just feel like being lost
I do not know what I will do
And how to deal with what you cost
MS,01.05.2018
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