I stand here staring at the moving painting.
Asking me of the pasword.
I just stare blankly in shame.
Looking at the floor How could they not trust me?
I'm good at keeping secrets.
Because I might not remember what they have told me.
Now everyone's asleep and I'm standing outside the secret passage-way to the corridor.
Tired and sleepy, I just want to sleep.
But I can't get in.
All because I can't remeber the password.
Asking me of the pasword.
I just stare blankly in shame.
Looking at the floor How could they not trust me?
I'm good at keeping secrets.
Because I might not remember what they have told me.
Now everyone's asleep and I'm standing outside the secret passage-way to the corridor.
Tired and sleepy, I just want to sleep.
But I can't get in.
All because I can't remeber the password.
