“Even the forest, the fairies and daughters…

The  pieces of lovers, that gave up your mother

and even the rain, won’t erase or take away

the fear,

That stops me from walking,

and I can’t say I’m sorry.

But maybe I’ll break down

the stairs of your body.

The birds in the sky, are all black

and they’re starving.

But don’t you dare,

to leave this mess…

…Here.

Behind your back

you can’t see what’s wrong with me,

but we’ll never feel what our eyes just can’t feel, and

I don’t want to rush into things that could bring you (me) more fear.

‘Cause it’s stops you from walking,

and you can’t say you’re sorry.

But maybe you’ll break down

the stairs of your body,

the birds in the sky, are one-winged and starving

but don’t you dare to leave this mess…

…Here.

It could be just what we want it to be,

it could be just what we think it’s true,

it could be just what you want to see,

we could be just who we are.”

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