Burnt out
Head in the clouds
Slowly losing it
Falling in the pitOh no
They are talking again
Couldn't care less
About what she saysNot in the mood to talk
Stop the clock
Not now
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PoetryAn adventure of rhyming poetry and strange openings, enjoy for all I have.
Burnt Out
Burnt out
Head in the clouds
Slowly losing it
Falling in the pitOh no
They are talking again
Couldn't care less
About what she saysNot in the mood to talk
Stop the clock
Not now