Polaroid pictures of youth
Stretched across an empty room
Holding on to what I miss
I lost myself writing this
The desperate youth tell themselves it isn’t forever
But your tongue tastes bitter, and the stink is on your collar
I gave up on life after giving up on help
So I lie in a bed of scabs where I left myself
Let my soul sing
Let my spirit fly
I wonder what you’re thinking now?
Tell me who I was, I can’t accept what I’m becoming
Survival was remembering, now survival is forgetting
This face frightens me, this face frightens me
My father was an irish gypsy traveller
Cruel and kind in equal measures
He used to say -
“If man is meek, then meeker the man, often in which we punish, and sacrifice the lamb”
Oh, anxiety
you cruel, cruel lover, you keep fucking me
Let my soul sing
Let my spirit fly
I wonder what you’re thinking now?
It hurts that I’m nothing more than a memory
Go rot with filth, just like me, just like me
Let my soul sing
Let my spirit fly
I wonder what you’re thinking now?

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