Scattered on the floor
Are bottles, empty, broken
Like her morbid soul.
Scattered on the floor,
Are lyrics, not good enough,
Never good enough.
All those dreams she had
Dying, killing her, are just
Scattered on the floor.
Are bottles, empty, broken
Like her morbid soul.
Scattered on the floor,
Are lyrics, not good enough,
Never good enough.
All those dreams she had
Dying, killing her, are just
Scattered on the floor.
Zoya_Khan
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