Wednesday, 26 February 2020
Katie Four
Why dredge the malls,
sit down in the rain,
hover at infirmary's door,
you are never at home,
it’s just a shame,
stuff that makes you roam,
what am I saying this for,
there’s nothing to gain,
while you run with whores,
can't you be alone,
dance away my pain,
recognise love’s a loan,
you know the score,
your face a savage shade,
I’m paying you roar,
don't spit on the floor,
or cry out my name,
you’re not the same anymore,
if you slip you’ll fall,
I never want to say,
the time is too raw,
to face myself again.
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