Tap, Tap, Tap, I sit and Tap
Looking at the frame look back at me
Tap, Tap, Tap, I sit and Tap
The lines on the paper are crooked
Tap, Tap, Tap, I sit and Tap
His image is stuck in my head, I try to break free
My mind loses control, it spins in one direction
The fog is thick, Tap, Tap, Tap
Out of breathe, beads of sweat form on my brow, mouth is dry
Blood boils and melts my skin, I thirst, I thirst, I thirst
I am bound, caught, wrapped up; am I clear of mind?
I smirk, he has me; I let go. Tap, Tap, Tap
Hooked, Tap, Tap, Tap, Smirk, Tap, Tap, Tap, Smirk…


Drew Frederic

Model: John Madden

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