Thursday, 7 February 2013
the blame ... holding off the wolf with a cutting wire
when you don't know what you're doing
at the mercy of pretty hearts
I reach up my hands
please please help me to walk
at the end of the day you're on your own on the cold cold floor
sound of the door clanging
just give me something real for bread
I don't mind if you sauce it up
just gimme something real
© Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved 00.01 misc draft 8.02.13. / 13.13, 8.02.13.
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