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Medicine in My Wounds
You look into me with rose colored glasses
Rolling dice with the demons that cower
In the darkest corners of my heart
Cobwebs hanging like lace
And they are swept under the feet of dancing mirages
Fleeting wishes of who I was and who I want to be
I am forever a bird with clipped wings
Cursed with a perpetual aching to fly away
But with a heart that still sings like a redbird in the morning
You soothe the screaming madwoman in me
And I become but a helpless kitten in the palm of your hand
Rolling dice with the demons that cower
In the darkest corners of my heart
Cobwebs hanging like lace
And they are swept under the feet of dancing mirages
Fleeting wishes of who I was and who I want to be
I am forever a bird with clipped wings
Cursed with a perpetual aching to fly away
But with a heart that still sings like a redbird in the morning
You soothe the screaming madwoman in me
And I become but a helpless kitten in the palm of your hand
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