An intrinsic detail on the tip of my nose
A fork in my tongue with no words to say.
Just shady tress and shady things
Less confusion and more hope for me.
A tear every now and then to shelter my eye
A body in my hands and no personality
A hair on my head that falls every hour
The last moment of my life turns around.
I don't want you to see this other side
The grass is greener here
The restriction is protective, the pain is adamant.
You aren't the only one, keep your head down
Pull up your pants while I put my charm on.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
An intrinsic detail on the tip of my nose
A fork in my tongue with no words to say.
Just shady tress and shady things
Less confusion and more hope for me.
A tear every now and then to shelter my eye
A body in my hands and no personality
A hair on my head that falls every hour
The last moment of my life turns around.
I don't want you to see this other side
The grass is greener here
The restriction is protective, the pain is adamant.
You aren't the only one, keep your head down
Pull up your pants while I put my charm on.
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