Climbed down from the pedestal,
Because I realized nobody wants to be up here-
Worked so hard for it....
But then again nobody knows what they sign up for.
My white gown is stained-
How could anyone do such a thing?
I guess nobody remembers the values of accusation
Because nobody was charged...
Sitting on the ground-
Warm like the memories I instill in this town;
I'll eat the fruits to remember what it all tasted like.
A taste of my own medicine.
It's kind of ironic how one thing can be taken for another
Maybe the pedestal after all was a pit of thorns..
Luckily I didn't stay long enough to get cut..
At the same time, the ground here is giving me a bruise!
I'll have to tell someone that one day.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
Climbed down from the pedestal,
Because I realized nobody wants to be up here-
Worked so hard for it....
But then again nobody knows what they sign up for.
My white gown is stained-
How could anyone do such a thing?
I guess nobody remembers the values of accusation
Because nobody was charged...
Sitting on the ground-
Warm like the memories I instill in this town;
I'll eat the fruits to remember what it all tasted like.
A taste of my own medicine.
It's kind of ironic how one thing can be taken for another
Maybe the pedestal after all was a pit of thorns..
Luckily I didn't stay long enough to get cut..
At the same time, the ground here is giving me a bruise!
I'll have to tell someone that one day.
