Flow
My open wounds are closing,
Like your heart to mine,
Will this be the worst of omens,
Will it be my chance to get away,
Because away is all I want,
A way to get away.
A landslide of emotion,
Chokes you to say,
But you can’t speak at all.
Don’t help me, help yourself
To my insides..
My hearts on the ground,
My lungs are black,
What more do you want?
A landslide of emotion flows
Out into the street,
Out of reach,
Don’t help me,
Help myself,
To undo what I said to you,
That’s just what you need.
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