You talk, you talk
In rhymes and riddles
Without making
A single ounce of sense
This lack of coherence
It really, it makes me tense
So clear up all of your thoughts
And then clear up your words
And stop saying all those muddled things
That must be deciphered
To be heard
You confuse me in everything
Just with the things you say
And right when I think I'll understand you
You go off in a different way
One second you scare me
By bursting in-into tears
Then, then you reassure me
Try to wash away all of my fears
So please please Mr. Judgment
Try to get your message straight
Because inside of me is building
A huge, huge wall of hate
One coming day it'll all be released
And when-when that happens
Your life and mine-it'll cease
And that my friend is something
I just don't wanna see
So shape up or ship on out
Or just stop bugging me
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