I am just fruit from the poisonous tree
That stands by the crimson sea
All day and night you can hear my plea
As I scream like the lonely banshee
My life must be written in a decree
That I only receive pain in diffrent degrees
My life is like a fierce sand flea
It makes me hurt in places I don't see
Until it's to late, wont it just let me be
With all of this misfortune I must disagree
I guess I was born from that old ashe tree
Because ashes is all that surrounds me
This desolation of misery I beg to flee
From this strife and depression I long to be free
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
I am just fruit from the poisonous tree
That stands by the crimson sea
All day and night you can hear my plea
As I scream like the lonely banshee
My life must be written in a decree
That I only receive pain in diffrent degrees
My life is like a fierce sand flea
It makes me hurt in places I don't see
Until it's to late, wont it just let me be
With all of this misfortune I must disagree
I guess I was born from that old ashe tree
Because ashes is all that surrounds me
This desolation of misery I beg to flee
From this strife and depression I long to be free
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