#11
You’re ignorant
And I’m a plagiarist
Cause these feelings I swear you once had
You made a rip
And I’m stitching it
Hoping it won’t feel so bad,
Won’t feel so bad
Under thoughts you
Always feeling so sad,
I won’t feel so bad
It’s an early, morning
And the flowers on the table are dead.
My eyes are getting blurry
And the sun won’t set in my head.