Inside Joke

I tell myself to dream good things
Maybe a bird with golden wings
She cries to mom
Her knees are knelt
It all depends on what I dealt

I don't what know to do
Whether to fight or foo
What else is left to say
Keep that away from me

A throat is dry
It needs a drink
It wonders what you really think
And there he goes
He's up for sale
Just pray they miss the pointed tail

Do I excel myself
He's only half-expelled
What do you see in him
You ponder what's within



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