Tinnitus
on the Red
The
only whisper they hear
Disturbing
their minds
They
run wild
They
think others will
We
hear nothing but it's their own
They
can't sleep properly
The
Red sees its own
The
images they see
The
draw of multiple shadows
They
think they see the enemy
It's
their own dilemma
But
they don't say
The
Red blames others for it
The
tinnitus on the Red
They
can't stay tune
They
think they will grow wild
Running
without aim on the road
They
think they feel great in the marathon
It
is sad and shameful they display
The
bad for the Red
The
tinnitus will ring it
The
ring of shadows in their minds
They
can't get it straight
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