Bruce Lee

If I were a little feint
I'd scream right at your face for no reason
At such uncertain times

I'd be a gift for you
To know what you shouldn't do
When any situation should arrive

I'd follow you home for no reason
Nothing there reminds you of me
I'd follow you back to sleep
For the second time this week
Grinding my teeth back to center

If I were a little feint
I'd fall asleep with ease for no reason
Back in foreign lands

I'm not a little feint
I'm not a part of you
I'm only staring down at my own two hands

I'd follow you home for no reason
Nothing there reminds you of me
I'd follow you back to sleep
For the second time this week
Grinding my teeth back to center



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Writer(s): James Robert Staebler, Benjamin Mcleod, Charles Michael Parks, Allan Barret Van Cleave
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