run a river
or cry me one
or find a place
to call your own
but where i rest my head
will no longer be your home.
you drown in sorrow and you don't know why,
leave your ears low and never try..
to contemplate the reasons that i had to leave
and your still aware,
still aware,
of only your hurting.
controlling
control the way you lie.
feed the fishes
til the pond goes dry.
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