Crush them into the ground to make yourself look tall
Tought
You wear it like a veil
Respectful of the day
You find
Stretching to reach your hand
Across a sea
Of tears I gave
I can’t stand the question written on your face
I don’t
Tied in knots of blood stained ribbon,
it’s the saddest gift
The voice on the tape tells us to listen.
We cannot
One set of rules and another for me.
Sick of control
Forgot to breathe
'Coz I can't hear my own thoughts
When yours
Never one to shy away from making sure you get
Child of convention,
Have you been let down?
Been dragging your cross
All the abuse I’ve seen has crept into my dreams.
Petrol
No one feels like meNothing puts me at easeI'm twithchingIn
Demons in your closetFind the key that locked itYou must
Bow down kiss the floorI'm above the lawRiders at my
You plot your course as the crow flies,All to receive
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