grilled cheese
grilled cheese
that's my brain
tears run down my face
i turn over
it runs all over the place
please answer the door
i hear pounding
i know someone's there
i got to the door
no one there because
no one cares
and all alone
there's too much time
and oh so little to do
but just lay there
i see myself laying there
and laying there
and soon...
i don't move anymore
i got too big
that's my brain
tears run down my face
i turn over
it runs all over the place
please answer the door
i hear pounding
i know someone's there
i got to the door
no one there because
no one cares
and all alone
there's too much time
and oh so little to do
but just lay there
i see myself laying there
and laying there
and soon...
i don't move anymore
i got too big
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