I start to count the butterflies
Flying all around the sky.
I stop to rest on the ground
And admire the universe up high.
You keep talking in words I don’t understand
And make jokes like we are having fun.
But what you do is adding misery
My head hurts and I’m feeling dizzy.
I hope you stop your show now
And let me take the fresh air outside.
I need to get my feet back on track.
Before I see the black spots and faint.
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