26/01/2022
I know that you’re trying to catch me
But really I just want to be free
In a cage of my own making
I want to give out what I’ve been taking
There’s a song in these words
A rhythm i wish I could understand
Does this imposter wish to die by the sword
Are my castles really just made of sand
I don’t know if i’m ready for judgement
But I’ll sing the song and give it all that I’ve got
Whatever you figure is a suitable as punishment
I’ll accept it as my lot
Little Borrowers 