Sweep Sweep
Shh Shh don't worry it's all over now
Just a quick sweep under the rug
And it will all disappear.
Sweep Sweep
There there all your problems have magically deceased
Everyone go on your merry day.
Don't lift another finger to actually clean up all your dirty laundry and filth,
Don't worry this is so much quicker, easier.
No more raised voices
Only the sneaky insects and nosy creatures will really know what happens inside your broken home
Sweep sweep
There you go, all under the rug,
No one acknowledge it, no one fight it,
Just let it all build up.
Sweep sweep
Only the lurking creatures know your dirty secrets
Only the curious bugs know how fake you really are
Sweep sweep
Sweep sweep
Just hope the rug doesn't blow off,
Just hope the dirt doesn't come back in your eyes,
Because you may start to cry
Cry uncontrollably.
That dirt can get scary, suffocating
It may get hard to breathe, hard to live in
As it grows with each lie, each word.
All the quietness in the creaks, in the rooms, in your eyes
All that dirt building up overtime.
It may start to control your thoughts,
Control your tears.
But don't worry, forget about it
Just blink the dirt away
Just ignore it like you always do
Just hope your broken home doesn't blow away
Sweep Sweep
Sweep Sweep
One day it'll all be okay.
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