Don't get too close.
You won't stop me takin' this over dose.
My heart has froze.
Everyone knows.
I'm too exposed.
That's why my speech flows.
From verse to prose.
My temper grows.
Then it blows.
I suppose.
This just shows.
The extent of my woes.
Weeping like willows.
Head on my pillow.
Down this pill. Oh.
There I go.
Out the window.
Street lamps glow.
Won't stop, no.
Won't come home.
Not 'till I've grown.
Leave behind my telephone.
I'll run alone.
Don't you moan.
Don't you groan.
Now that you're lone-
ly.
I've set myself free.
You could'a had me.
And now you'll see.
Three.
2
1
I'm gone.
-Harry
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