Should I have spoken those words ?
They're laughing at me.
Talking about me.
High up in the trees.
The world is on fire, and I'm the hero to blame.
The paint is turning to water.
The nails have become so weak.
Low down in the bushes,
They're pointing their fingers at me.
Pointing their fingers at me.
What have I done ?
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