Confusion sets in, Confused by what is fact or fiction once again, So I'll compose an anthem of expression, With absolute precision We are, we are,
Stay is the hand that holds me from her, She says, ?Goodnight? and fails to speak her mind, We lay in silence, Give it up, give it up girl, It?s a typical
Tap tap My fingertips tapping At a subtle distraction A nervous reaction The tensions rise in the mind Of the attention deprived This competition It
