Keeps you happy all the while,
Echoes in the mountain sound,
In your head round and round,
There's no escape, you're going mad,
Either that or really sad,
Either way you're gonna die,
Or break down, forced to cry,
I can see it, coming quick,
Hurtling at me like a brick,
I have no choice, but to leave,
Hope nobody needs to grieve,
When I'm gone I'll be at peace,
My trouble mind would have ceased,
This is all I really want,
To get away from endless haunt.
Poetic Penguin - 08.04.99
