Twin towers

There's no one I can talk to,
You might say ask my mum,
But that's the funniest thing I've heard from you,
And basically, that idea's dumb.
Daddy's no help either,
He'd just tell me to deal,
He'd listen or shake his head or neither,
And this is how it feels...

This is my twin towers,
Each floor, a strength,
They'll be crumbling for hours,
Until there's nothing left.

I guess you could say I'm crazy,
I'd have to disagree,
I'm only like this as of lately,
This isn't really me.
I can't stop thinking these thoughts,
They just won't go away,
And now this poem's all I got,
And I'm outta things to say...

This is my twin towers,
Each floor, a strength,
They'll be crumbling for hours,
Until there's nothing left.