Creeping suspsion,
Violent chils down my spine,
How can this be right?
They say,
If it walks like a duck,
and talks like a duck,
Then it must be a duck,
But this one claims to be a goose.
My eyes well up,
this has happened before,
three times to be exact,
Am i just parinoid,
And maybe,
I'm right.
Will i make the call,
and tell the sighns,
Or will it be in vain.
The reasons keep coming,
The senses tell me,
screaming,
ITS ALL A LIE!
YOU THINK IT YOURSELF!
but a quiter one keeps calling,
settle down, all its right.
Creeping suspsion,
violent chill down my back,
How can this be right?