Jun 2018
I know it seems insane
When you think of all those who betrayed
It’s like a sip of hot tar
With a pinch of toxic air
That scratches at the back of your throat
And pulls out the molten lungs in folds
No memory so bitter can be casually erased
Only time heals the bruised in pain
When you think of all those who betrayed
It’s like a sip of hot tar
With a pinch of toxic air
That scratches at the back of your throat
And pulls out the molten lungs in folds
No memory so bitter can be casually erased
Only time heals the bruised in pain
People who stab you in the back will try to live on your pain. Do not let them. Time will bring the better of you at the table.
