You have no right to complain
if you tread on my bared soul.
Is it my fault if you're pained?
You've crushed me with your sole.
I don't mind breaking apart
Careful handling's a rare feat
But I have to break my heart
When you crush me with bare feet
You leave the kitchen with my remains on the ground.
It's my job to sweep the floor clean.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
You have no right to complain
if you tread on my bared soul.
Is it my fault if you're pained?
You've crushed me with your sole.
I don't mind breaking apart
Careful handling's a rare feat
But I have to break my heart
When you crush me with bare feet
You leave the kitchen with my remains on the ground.
It's my job to sweep the floor clean.
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