Filed
File this pain.
Go right ahead. Put this frustration In your bottom drawer. Seal it up. Pack it away. You won't have to See it anymore. You can ignore it. Take your time. It won't bite you Until you look away. Don't sweat it. Don't toil. Watched pots Don't boil. I'll explode And you'll regret it. But not until You least expect it. I'll blow it. Don't you worry. I'll snap yet. What's your hurry? Box this anger. Have at it. Take this discontent. Be my guest. Keep what you want. You're worth it. Feel my hate. Toss the rest. You bastards! Quit flinching. It won't hurt. What did you expect? |
Don't sweat it. Don't toil. Watched pots Don't boil. I'll explode And you'll regret it. But not until You least expect it. I'll blow it. Don't you worry. I'll snap yet. What's your hurry? Cage this passion. Keep trying. Choke the soul. I'm yours. Almost there, now. You have it. Squeeze it once more. I'm sure. You're the master Of your own world. What's that have To do with mine? Don't sweat it. Don't toil. Watched pots Don't boil. I'll explode And you'll regret it. But not until You least expect it. I'll blow it. Don't you worry. I'll snap yet. What's your hurry? |