You see, they are tired of drinking their own tears
My shoulders have become my arms
Tired of carrying my bulky head for far too long
My arms have become my feet
They refuse to go abegging on love's street
They'd rather run away from the crowd
Where hearts aren't treasured, yet things are loved
My feet? They are firmly entrenched on the ground
I have forsaken them by turning myself upside down
Let them run around in circles
I'll straighten me and watch the laughathon circus.
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