Disorder- that's a joke!
I'm not mad, no not I
So my dreams went up in smoke
Of course, now I want to die
Records hold the key to time
Don't you get it? I'm as sane as you!
Every word, straining to rhyme
Ricocheting, into the blue
I'm not mad, no not I
So my dreams went up in smoke
Of course, now I want to die
Records hold the key to time
Don't you get it? I'm as sane as you!
Every word, straining to rhyme
Ricocheting, into the blue
© Alice Daley 2013
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