Apr 2014
I am alone,
Like a structureless prose,
A dark waste of space,
A wilting rose.
I am alive,
But they'd rather I die,
Buried deep underground,
Never to be found.
Like a structureless prose,
A dark waste of space,
A wilting rose.
I am alive,
But they'd rather I die,
Buried deep underground,
Never to be found.
Adapted lyrics
Written by
Pushing Daisies
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