Sometimes I chew on my lip so hard
that I make myself bleed,
I can taste the Iron
as Iron and Wine is playing
All the invisible strings
making us dance like fools
and sometimes we fall down
and the invisible strings help us back up.
I get so frustrated that I cant grab my string
cut it off
and Finally
Be
Free
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
Sometimes I chew on my lip so hard
that I make myself bleed,
I can taste the Iron
as Iron and Wine is playing
All the invisible strings
making us dance like fools
and sometimes we fall down
and the invisible strings help us back up.
I get so frustrated that I cant grab my string
cut it off
and Finally
Be
Free
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