Oct 2014
Corpses corpses
On bedroom floors
The dead bodies of the hopes growing up killed
Blood blood blood blood
Flooding my mind
Bleeding long lost broken dreams from when I was a little girl
Too late to rebuild
Please comment if you had any kind of interesting interpretation of this. I would love to hear it!
On bedroom floors
The dead bodies of the hopes growing up killed
Blood blood blood blood
Flooding my mind
Bleeding long lost broken dreams from when I was a little girl
Too late to rebuild
Please comment if you had any kind of interesting interpretation of this. I would love to hear it!
It's about how growing up kills the hopes and dreams and sense of wonder you had as a child.
(I live In books + my mind)
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