He keeps all his baggage to himself
Sticking to the surface that he knows
Unmovable and perfectly at home in his spiral
His skin is mooth and he has jagged bones
He can never reach the places that he'd like to go
He wonders why he's always sat at home in silence
I am Glue
I am Glue
I am Glue
I am Glue
He stands at the door and looks outside
A flood of anger slowly fills his mind
Disgusted he turned back and goes inside
Another time
He goes to the kitchen and he cries
With shaking hands he grabs the nearest knife
Lets out a breath as it sinks in his side
Oh what a mess
I am Glue
I am Glue
I am Glue
I am Glue
I am Glue
I am Glue
I am Glue

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