Hey you…
Is there anything I can do?
I want to hug you,
Make you new.
If I tried, what would you let me do?
Out there in the cold,
You live your life collecting mold
Sitting watching in the folds
Of your mother’s little scolds.
Will you ever break the mold
Of getting lonely, getting old?
Can you feel me,
Sitting silent while you plee
Letting nature drop it’s flees
While you just stare with eyes at he
Who does not look back when you plee?
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
Hey you…
Is there anything I can do?
I want to hug you,
Make you new.
If I tried, what would you let me do?
Out there in the cold,
You live your life collecting mold
Sitting watching in the folds
Of your mother’s little scolds.
Will you ever break the mold
Of getting lonely, getting old?
Can you feel me,
Sitting silent while you plee
Letting nature drop it’s flees
While you just stare with eyes at he
Who does not look back when you plee?
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