Nail کے بول

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.