You are one of God's mistakes,
you crying, tragic waste of skin,
I'm well aware of how it aches & you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door to try and save your swollen face
Though I don't like you anymore,
You lying, trying waste of space..
Before our innocence was lost. You were always one of those blessed with lucky sevens ,
And the voice that made me cry .
My Oh My.
You were mother nature's son ,
Someone to whom I could relate ,
Your needle and your damage done,
Remains a sorted twist of fate.
Now I'm trying to wake you up to pull you from the liquid sky ,
Coz if I don't we'll both end up with just your song to say goodbye.
My Oh My.ce that made me cry.
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