Some time's my heart is made of stone
and some days blood drips down it like
a rose petal falls off it's stems in the
middle of a hot summer night.
I get days where i'm filled with
anger, jealousy and then
grieve myself
within until the morning
seems....
Just for once, why isn't it me?
Is there a curse, lying beneath the earth,
or is it just me living alone in a life
where everyone seems to be free.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
Some time's my heart is made of stone
and some days blood drips down it like
a rose petal falls off it's stems in the
middle of a hot summer night.
I get days where i'm filled with
anger, jealousy and then
grieve myself
within until the morning
seems....
Just for once, why isn't it me?
Is there a curse, lying beneath the earth,
or is it just me living alone in a life
where everyone seems to be free.
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