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Footsteps rattling the house like thunder
Demanding to be felt
Whispers of scraping bare feet
Demanding to be heard
Demanding for my valuable attention
Your distinct smell of deodorant smelled by my denying nose
Your yells for me to come out and play,
Demanding to get under my skin and to my heart
I'm not going to tell you that you are wasting your energy
I hope you will use your energy all up and wither
I have no heart
That's why I'm smart
I've got my back against the wall
But I can feel you banging your fist from the other side
Parading and patrolling the halls
I'm stuck in jail on my bunk
You seem to clomp,
With a pair of clogs
What the hell are you doing?
Demanding attention
And stealing glances
That's nothing new
About you
And your lazy master feet
I’m annoyed as a slave
And you’re running around the house like an aristocrat
You want to be close
And I want to be far,
Because I know I could end up with feathers and tar
You always have to dominate everything
This might be why I’m a control freak
In this house with slammed doors and loud footsteps
“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention”