Then I come in,
They go mad,
Hit my nose and hit my back,
Break me every single bone,
Throw me out just like a stone.
It's the corner,
It's the dress,
Small the town and big the mess,
That I cause with every step,
But I still walk, nonetheless.
They're skipping backwards,
They're trashing days,
Is that all they're believing in?
It won't change,
So come with me,
Just with your eyes I will se.
Just with your arms I can hold,
And keep away them dump and cold.
They're skipping backwards,
They're trashing days,
Is that all they're believing in?
Smash my head to make it spin.
Writer(s): Markus Acher, Michael Anton Acher
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