Walk through here



When I've been just by myself

I start thinking too much

Unhealthy things start to happen

Like gastric disorders



I just go out walking

With my favourite piece of wood

With a 4 inch nail driven through it



When I am just by myself

I think too much

I start polishing my behaviour

Without any mercy



Somehow people

Don't seem to like me,

I don't know why,

I really don't want to hurt them



When I've been just by myself

I start thinking too much

I know I'm not talkative

What! I've become dry?

An emotional biscuit

That's nonsense!

Sir, this nail of yours is rusty

It's evil



I like them but when I hit them

They scream and run away

Even though I say I'm sorry.

I like meeting people