She ain't the cause
She ain't the cure
She might be the reason sometimes
We don't stab each other blind
She might run if she saw the rage
So we placate
Band aids when we need stitches
But it won't work
You finish where you start
You'll try and hang on
But it already fell apart
And all the kings horses and men
Couldn't bring our black ass hearts together again
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
A great fall
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