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cry me a river
so i know what its like to drown in fears
i smell he sweet dandelions and buttercups in the air this sunset
and, for what, is it worth?
these weeds, such memorable sensations
but its you,'re my cries that could wash away this sand
and you've built a land of drought to surround you
i know you need a garden to grow
from my leaky faucets
what will happen when
i decide these weeds
will always grow more good than you?
so i know what its like to drown in fears
i smell he sweet dandelions and buttercups in the air this sunset
and, for what, is it worth?
these weeds, such memorable sensations
but its you,'re my cries that could wash away this sand
and you've built a land of drought to surround you
i know you need a garden to grow
from my leaky faucets
what will happen when
i decide these weeds
will always grow more good than you?
Published 7th Sep 2013
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Anonymous
7th Sep 2013 7:35pm
Well this is a fair warning to someone to straighten up or be gone!!! :)
