Dead Angelica Version 20 *-* You Ripped My Heart Out Of Me, Then You Put It Back
Thoughts in a Bed
when in hospital
the white bland hospital
there's a lot of time to think
so i thought and thought, i think
i don't really remember
it's hard to remember
the thoughts of september
that is, late september
i think i thought it was wrong
what i did, very wrong
but i couldn't do much about it
'cos you see, i'd already done it
Killed myself, i mean
oh, you know what i mean...
basically my thoughts rambled
incoherent inconsistment rambled
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