That diving force…
Is gone.
That inspiration…
Is hidden.
That work
Is done.
I used to be
So original
I used to be
A bible dipper
I used to be
A scientist
An artist
A savior
A friend
A lover
A heart
A drink
A smoke
Tasted like freedom.
Rolling rock….
That night at the beach
Where i saw the Milky Way
And i thought you would live…
Forever.
Oh we were infinite
Weren’t we
We danced to buddy holly
As the tides came in
And the moon was gone
Thank god.
I hate her!
She sold me out.
I created moon child
And what do i get
A slap in the face
What a b…
Hush…
A child lurks there.
But you always found a way
To ruin the best times….
So i was like you
So much like you
Old man
Take a look at my life
I’m a lot like you were
30 and there’s so much more
But where are you
I used to hear you speak to me
Breathe….
You died to
Pink Floyd’s the wall.
Bitches get stitches
Trolls get 86’s
And oh boy,
You’d 86 me
Like nobody’s business
Didn’t even give the child within em
A start….
Radio disc jockey
Lost
Forever..
What happened to me
What happened to you
Why did you leave
At our closest
Why did you kick me
Why did you always disappoint me
Why am i the little girl
Still by the door
Waiting for you
To pick me u
Save me
Daddy.
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