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Sep 2011
They set me free awhile ago
I missed a few seasons
But im glad I missed the snow
I missed you too, baby
And our darling babies
Oh honey, it’s good to be home

As soon as I settle in
My life seems better
Until you walk out the door
My white coat matches
Your colleagues clothing
Which matches the shade of our door

And youre gone, youre gone
And you think its okay
You’re gone youre gone
And you think I’m okay
You’re gone you’re gone
Please come back from space

My self worth falls down the drain
And the tears fall out of my eyes
And the kids fall down at the playground
And the sane thoughts fall out of my mind
And my love pulls them back in a moment
But I know for sure that they’ll leave
Oh my self worth falls down the drain
And its something I’ll never retrieve

Oh, my children I love you
More than my clouded eyes can see
But theres a difference between loving and deserving
And I deserve misery
God tells me what I must be
And I deserve misery

The water runs out of the faucet
Filling our little bathtub
The newspapers will say that ive lost it
But I know what needs to be done
Twelve feet line up outside the door
Children its time for a bath
I was tired of writing about how depressed I was, or how much I missed someone. I wanted to write about something real. So this is my attempt at Andrea Yates' perspective on murdering her children.
Tessa Tomlin
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