Vārdi: Impossibles (The). The Impossibles. Descriptive Essay, 100 Words.

To whom it may be of any concern:
I forget this lesson each time that it's learned,
This argument that I try and defend.
It's not logic, it's a means to an end:

A fiendish ploy,
That you mean me no harm.
It's so ill-concieved,
But it works like a charm.

If my fingers clench too tightly,
It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip,
If I think about you nightly,
It's because I'm afraid I might forget.
If my fingers clench too tightly,
It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip,
If I think about you nightly,
It's because I'm afraid I might forget.

Excuse my mess as I pitch this fit,
It bothers me more than I can admit.
My face goes flush and my head starts to ache.
I think this may be my biggest mistake.

A fiendish ploy,
That you mean me no harm.
It's so ill-concieved,
But it works like a charm.

If my fingers clench too tightly,
It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip,
If I think about you nightly,
It's because I'm afraid I might forget.
If my fingers clench too tightly,
It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip,
If I think about you nightly,
It's because I'm afraid I might forget.

To whom it may be of any concern:
I forget this lesson each time that it's learned,
This argument that I try and defend.
It's not logic, it's a means to an end:

A fiendish ploy,
That you mean me no harm.
It's so ill-concieved,
But it works like a charm.

If my fingers clench too tightly,
It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip,
If I think about you nightly,
It's because I'm afraid I might forget.
If my fingers clench too tightly,
It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip,
If I think about you nightly,
It's because I'm afraid I might forget.

'Cos I'm afraid I'll lose my grip,
'Cos I'm afraid I might forget,

If my fingers clench too tightly,
It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip,
If I think about you nightly,
It's because I'm afraid I might forget