Don't take this away from me
This is all I've ever dreamed
Your words are tasteless toxic
And they're deteriorating me.
Everything you speak is venom
Crush my teeth trying not to listen
I'm spinning in my attempts
But still your words get in.
Trying to adapt to your cruel intentions...
no hope of escape.
My big heart pulls me back in
Dying daily is my fate.
How do you not care?
Where do you aquire such a skill?
How can you not hear the cry of my people.
Weak and groveling...
Turn my groveling into gold.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
Don't take this away from me
This is all I've ever dreamed
Your words are tasteless toxic
And they're deteriorating me.
Everything you speak is venom
Crush my teeth trying not to listen
I'm spinning in my attempts
But still your words get in.
Trying to adapt to your cruel intentions...
no hope of escape.
My big heart pulls me back in
Dying daily is my fate.
How do you not care?
Where do you aquire such a skill?
How can you not hear the cry of my people.
Weak and groveling...
Turn my groveling into gold.
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