There's one song in my head that cannot be sung.
There's a song in my head that cannot be strung.
This song makes me feel good, oh it surely does,
the feel of the soft, plump feathers of mourning doves.
I tried to save it; I grabbed and I grabbed.
I pulled it out of the water but it was brutally stabbed.
It was drowning, I was so entirely sure.
But the blood became different, it became all too pure.
I covered the wounds, I covered my eyes!
But it kept on bleeding to my arrogant surprise.
I tried to save it, I bandaged it up,
but something stopped me, it became all too soon;
corrupt.
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maia hoooo
maia haaaaaaaa
maia haa haaa
that song
Lol JK JK
I love this one a lot! You're an epic writer <3
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