Lletres: Inspection 12. Inspection 12. Joe.

Drooling on himself.
Going slowly mad.
Fingernails are gone.
He hasn't yet realized,
His absence of mind
He reads a book to kill some
Time, time, time, time.
You don't know what you mean to me.
Not figured what I wanna be.
I see you. Within me.
You don't know anything about me