lika a starving animal staring at me, you
ask for food.
there's no answer, as no one cares.
oh my hand is strong and fram.
please tell me what to do
there's no more milk for you
what if i cut you open?
time is liquid, not a straight line
every age we're the same
i always think of you, as no one cares
oh my hand can't hurt and help
please tell me what to do
there's no more milk for you
what if i cut you open

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