Mad Hatter
Mad as a hatter they
Always say.
Down with bloody big
Head or so he says.
Always watching over me,
Thinking that I wouldn't notice him there,
Thinking that I'd be better off with out him.
Everyday I wondder if this is
Right to feel this way about him or wrong to even consider it.
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