Oh i know you didn't mean to hurt me so
But oh
Can't you see that I'm just tired
Cuz iv been beating around
I beat around the same bush every time
Oh i know your minds made up and you're on track
So i
Can pull this knife out of my bag
Cuz I've been stabbed I've been bruised
I beat around the same? muse? news? rules? every time
Oh i know the cats out of the bag again
And there's
Nothing left to defend
As i am doubting this harvest in mindlessness
I am all here
Writer(s): Ellen Kempner
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