the birds spoke to me of bird laws
my fickle dreams
please don't shy away from me
I'm just like you
i have to work at it
the way you do
n you have no idea
i beg borrow and steal
to save my family
from their ordeal
my dreams are fickle
thats my moon dust
to lose it all
to have it back
cus i dont understand
what they could see
from the satellite
cameras up there
like a primitive
im cracking up
n I'm sea sick
life has no meaning
this biting hunger
so cold inside
rigid with shock
traumatised
shut out of the warmth
starving for love
he hasn't phoned
tears are the rain
that waters the garden
the summer atmosphere
technology
has caught me out
it just tears at my heart
i jumped off a cliff
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