It's Covered
It's Covered
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Burnt my dream, bit my soul,
soil my beauty, erased my goal.
Tough of me is staying quiet.
I can't say, I didn't start fresh,
Left bones, skin and flesh.
I don't dream.
Happy seem.
Stretched band-aids on those cuts,
tissues are soaked in blood.
And I'm still shut.
I live in a cold house with a golden ceiling,
under I never know.
Cause, right now I'm screaming.
You probably wont discover,
as it's done dying.