You're peeling off the wallpaper;
With your vicious words
You're ripping it,
With your criminal tongue
You're tinting it,
With your livid stare
You're singing it,
With your cigar mouth
You're destroying it,
With insulting screams
You're peeling off the wallpaper
Of my brain,
And it's losing its beauty
//k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
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