You read the lyrics
Yet you sang the song
Minute later
You longed for
an hug yet wonder
Why you frail
Every sound has a print
as it is costumed for the mind
Bent Dent Vent
just a little sip, it can’t kill
Bent Dent Vent
just a little bit, you lost grip
the one who wrote
may not understand
as keeping the fame
is their only game
the one who danced
may not realise
as keeping the sound
is their only pound
but you who listen
keeping the mind
should be your grind
Bent Dent Vent
till the sound keeps sanity
Bent Dent Vent
till the sound kills vanity
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