I sat in the rippling of all those tears and sang my song to reach you.
it was only a croak, and even my dress was no longer nice to appreach you
—a soggy rag that emphasized my ugliness and pains
I could not wear another one I had to show my stains
remember please, remember us,
remember our luck
protect the treasure, that we've found
or we are lost as fuck
"It's me" I cried, "it's me"my dear
"It's me" -your heartly one
but what I saw through all those tears
Is that you're fucking gone
My voice too fast
my voice too loud.
partly harsh and strange, partly brittle,
I cried for salvation and melancholy everywhere -and me -in the middle
"I go," you thought
"she just wants my shirt"
wants to slip it with her bloody hands.
her own rag is already ruined from this dirt.
I should leave her and go to my friends
it was only a croak, and even my dress was no longer nice to appreach you
—a soggy rag that emphasized my ugliness and pains
I could not wear another one I had to show my stains
remember please, remember us,
remember our luck
protect the treasure, that we've found
or we are lost as fuck
"It's me" I cried, "it's me"my dear
"It's me" -your heartly one
but what I saw through all those tears
Is that you're fucking gone
My voice too fast
my voice too loud.
partly harsh and strange, partly brittle,
I cried for salvation and melancholy everywhere -and me -in the middle
"I go," you thought
"she just wants my shirt"
wants to slip it with her bloody hands.
her own rag is already ruined from this dirt.
I should leave her and go to my friends
