We all get stranded out in the field
with a routine of things that never yield
The happiness we so deservingly seek
Turns mundane and makes us weak
We snip and cut at everything warm
Until our bones will show what we think is the norm
Tear at our flesh and rip through our lives
becoming the things we all so despise
We make ourselves sick with the image of love
With sharp thorny roses and disease ridden doves
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
We all get stranded out in the field
with a routine of things that never yield
The happiness we so deservingly seek
Turns mundane and makes us weak
We snip and cut at everything warm
Until our bones will show what we think is the norm
Tear at our flesh and rip through our lives
becoming the things we all so despise
We make ourselves sick with the image of love
With sharp thorny roses and disease ridden doves
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