Repeatoire - Lyndon Queripel

I'm full of emptiness on this on this shelf
Like a hollow Easter egg you beg to break
A child's balloon that pops too soon
A car tyre driven over barbed wire
Well,yes I guess I did make a mistake
As they're all full of air
And a puncture you can repair
But every time that I speak
I think that I begin to leak
So please don't make me repeat myself.

Lyndon Queripel