Nov 2016
I could be sunshine.
People tell me that I'm sweet.
I'm glad they think so.
They ignore my hate,
turning blind eyes to the sun.
I am not so kind.
People tell me that I'm sweet.
I'm glad they think so.
They ignore my hate,
turning blind eyes to the sun.
I am not so kind.
(Cleveland, OH)
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