sunshine in your hair
the world revolves and i am lonely.
the birds are hungry for souls
and they will peck, peck
at my broken heart
until the walls fall down
crushing everyone
closest to my heart.
and i become a murderer
but i'm not in your jails
or state penitentiaries.
i'm not pleading guilty
or innocence or even insanity-
nothing but simple loneliness
and i sit in the corner
and cry for your dead.
i'm sorry- i'm so so sorry.
one day i'll make it better
but i'm not perfect
so don't think of me this way.
i'm sorry.
don't think of me this way.
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