That's what my gran used to say.
It stuck with me all these years and I never knew why.
Now I keep seeing and hearing it everywhere.
Some guy on the subway will mutter it under his breath.
A bunch of teens will sing it - its their band's latest song.
The graffiti near my house.
Inside my house.
The wallpaper in my bathroom peeled away to reveal those exact same words.
Slowly they are being carved into my arms while I sleep.
It stuck with me all these years and I never knew why.
Now I keep seeing and hearing it everywhere.
Some guy on the subway will mutter it under his breath.
A bunch of teens will sing it - its their band's latest song.
The graffiti near my house.
Inside my house.
The wallpaper in my bathroom peeled away to reveal those exact same words.
Slowly they are being carved into my arms while I sleep.
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