there once was a blade
that was printed with a name
a name that hid the truth
a name that had been ruth
she had been a friend of mind
so dear and kind
but i cut our bridge
and hid her body in the fridge
i told my mom that she had gone home
that she had gone and walked that path alone
and i was believed
but later a grieved
because why hadn't i been the one to fly?
when i am the one that belongs in the sky?
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
there once was a blade
that was printed with a name
a name that hid the truth
a name that had been ruth
she had been a friend of mind
so dear and kind
but i cut our bridge
and hid her body in the fridge
i told my mom that she had gone home
that she had gone and walked that path alone
and i was believed
but later a grieved
because why hadn't i been the one to fly?
when i am the one that belongs in the sky?
so many tears
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