No More
My shell was born
from a bad seed
A bad seed
fallen
from a crooked tree
A crooked tree
sprung
from a rotten nut
Cycling
through the shit,
the lies,
the secrets
Repeating
the same blemishes,
the same evils
Leaving
behind
the same debris
and scars
My breaks
squeal
sputter
skip
stop
No more
No more
bad seeds
No more
lies and scars
My wheel
has stopped
Turn back time
Shielding them
from the past
from rotten nuts
The naive eyes
love completely
live without guilt
without regret
without ghosts
I refuse
to destroy
those eyes
with the same
rusty wheel
that crushed
mine
No more.
My shell was born
from a bad seed
A bad seed
fallen
from a crooked tree
A crooked tree
sprung
from a rotten nut
Cycling
through the shit,
the lies,
the secrets
Repeating
the same blemishes,
the same evils
Leaving
behind
the same debris
and scars
My breaks
squeal
sputter
skip
stop
No more
No more
bad seeds
No more
lies and scars
My wheel
has stopped
Turn back time
Shielding them
from the past
from rotten nuts
The naive eyes
love completely
live without guilt
without regret
without ghosts
I refuse
to destroy
those eyes
with the same
rusty wheel
that crushed
mine
No more.
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