Toxic sickness down my spine
Might be sick but doin' fine
A young girl asks, "What's wrong with me?"
The truth, it is, my girl
This is just one fucked up world
But life is *happiness, really
She lived in all regret
But those things I won't forget
We are not that blind, you see
She and I are quite a pair
Emerging from my past, Despair
Finally that girl is free
And you know what else?
That girl can breathe.
Author notes
This is what happens when I listen to old tapes of myself playing songs I wrote when I was 14-ish.
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