Thoughts of a Fuss-pot
I connect dots which aren't connected
I weave webs of thoughts so haunted
Creepy voices come from my head
'Will you kill or shall we call you dead?'
My room has become a hell of fear
No entering without shedding a tear
The saints said, Be calm at all times
Honey, calmness is not a feature in my device
Esteem as...
I weave webs of thoughts so haunted
Creepy voices come from my head
'Will you kill or shall we call you dead?'
My room has become a hell of fear
No entering without shedding a tear
The saints said, Be calm at all times
Honey, calmness is not a feature in my device
Esteem as...