Tonsillitis

It's getting too easy to see
All the things that are around me
Except the words from you
But it's okay I'd rather not read you

And be there than be here and read these things
Someone told me I'd like a book
I don't remember its name
And I don't really care

The walls are full of mold
And the paint is about to pour out
I'm afraid it will spill
And feed the rats and bugs

They're not so easy to see
But in the night time they run around me
It's kind of frightening
But not as long as they don't bite me

I hate it here
I hate it here

It makes me sick
To my stomach
I'm gonna throw up in the walls
And feed the rats and bugs

I'm gonna throw up
It makes me sick



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Krummenacher
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