A bundle of sticks, no real appetite for happiness.
This girl said, "Fuck the work. Shit happens get over it."
If we came from the same vine why is your bloom so different?
Cut off and put in the window for light.
I watch as you turn from pure white to an eye itching red.
You sit there now proud to be growing in the window with me but all your color will fade.
And by the off-white shade you'll be, I will never forget waht you've done.
So you say I have never been colored.
I don't know what those feelings how could I be right?
Because of your words I want to scream and get mad.
I remain calm though, for you are in a fragile state.
Can you not learn with your eyes?
I know our roots will never grow into the soul again.
I know because I have seen others go through the same thing many times.
Don't tell me I do not understand.
I may not know the feeling but I know the situation, the song, the story.
This girl said, "Fuck the work. Shit happens get over it."
If we came from the same vine why is your bloom so different?
Cut off and put in the window for light.
I watch as you turn from pure white to an eye itching red.
You sit there now proud to be growing in the window with me but all your color will fade.
And by the off-white shade you'll be, I will never forget waht you've done.
So you say I have never been colored.
I don't know what those feelings how could I be right?
Because of your words I want to scream and get mad.
I remain calm though, for you are in a fragile state.
Can you not learn with your eyes?
I know our roots will never grow into the soul again.
I know because I have seen others go through the same thing many times.
Don't tell me I do not understand.
I may not know the feeling but I know the situation, the song, the story.
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