I'm not innocent
But I do feel like a victim
I cried for a week
That's not my thing
Who invented tears?
I couldn't tell you if they were a genius or a vindictive villain
They hurt.
Like acid, when they fall out of my eyes
Although it's almost ******** to release
What I had been trying to keep in a card board box
In my throat.
It's time to move out
Don't forget to write.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
I'm not innocent
But I do feel like a victim
I cried for a week
That's not my thing
Who invented tears?
I couldn't tell you if they were a genius or a vindictive villain
They hurt.
Like acid, when they fall out of my eyes
Although it's almost ******** to release
What I had been trying to keep in a card board box
In my throat.
It's time to move out
Don't forget to write.
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