i want to die sweating, asleep in your ovaries

breathing in mucous and puking up pollen

while the stink of dead semen washes all over me

my lips get all purple my heart gets all swollen

my children cry down onto the bread that i baked

speaking in tears about the lives they'll have to live

screaming for all of the smiles that they'll have to fake

i explain that this suffering is all

that i had to give

and i had to give

something to this world that let me stay

when i prayed every day

to die and rot away

so with your broken hearts i'll pay

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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