It's raining down, on my parade, draw the curtains, I need some shade. The clouds are too bright, for my fragile eyes, I need some cover, I need a disguise.
The noise is too loud, where is my headset? my inner ears, are feeling bent. My migraine is starting, my temples are pain, stop the stabbing, or I'll go insane.
I'm looking for cover, a quiet place in the woods, no more noise, I'm chopping wood. The clacking and clicking, the sound of the horns, I'm trapped in a rosebush, and I'm feeling the thorns.
My traumatic brain injury, is too much for me, turn down the noise, so I can see. My blurry vision, is from the noise, and my balance, is totally destroyed.
I'm trying to walk, but there are four walls, I touch them all, as I cry out for calls. Come with a solution, please come so fast, these noisy nights, are quite the blast.
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