It's all the little things that get to me
The winter chills, the summer breeze
The neighbor's dog's bark, my brothers' screams
The moon's yellow glow, the sun's thin gleam
Nothing's ever as it seems
So why is life so plain?
YOU ARE READING
Basket Case
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