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Someone Tell Me Why.
I swear I once was warm,
this blanket made me so.
For only a moment, I remembered.
Now my body is growing cold.
Once upon some months ago,
I bled without a wound.
A little girl was lost that day,
a fact my mind just won't consume.
This shake takes me over,
it curdles my insides.
My arms hold me together,
it should've been me to die.
I'm clutching to my chest,
her first toy I bought.
It still smells like the store,
because I kept it in the box.
And in my head I sing her song,
every note forcing my eyes to shut.
The salty tears pour down my face,
I would trade her spots if I only could.
Every child crying,
I have to look them in the eyes....
Always buy them what they want,
and none of them know why.
If I had the words to explain,
explain why I give them the world....
I would make it sound poetic,
but it's only because I lost my girl.
The tree, the spot I left her,
I left a piece of me....
Could someone tell me why I care,
tell me why its so hard to breathe?
this blanket made me so.
For only a moment, I remembered.
Now my body is growing cold.
Once upon some months ago,
I bled without a wound.
A little girl was lost that day,
a fact my mind just won't consume.
This shake takes me over,
it curdles my insides.
My arms hold me together,
it should've been me to die.
I'm clutching to my chest,
her first toy I bought.
It still smells like the store,
because I kept it in the box.
And in my head I sing her song,
every note forcing my eyes to shut.
The salty tears pour down my face,
I would trade her spots if I only could.
Every child crying,
I have to look them in the eyes....
Always buy them what they want,
and none of them know why.
If I had the words to explain,
explain why I give them the world....
I would make it sound poetic,
but it's only because I lost my girl.
The tree, the spot I left her,
I left a piece of me....
Could someone tell me why I care,
tell me why its so hard to breathe?
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