Everynight I cry myself to sleep,
I notice alot I cry and weep,
and I always think,
as I'm at the sink,
I do alot of cleaning around the house,
in so many ways I rather be a mouse,
all I want to do again is get on a plane,
but my dad would think I'm insane,
well I'm not one to talk,
we never go for a walk,
you never do anything with me,
why can't you see,
you always just let me be,
inside is a hole different place,
so don't believe what you see on my face.
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