You will never bow my head,
In my actions, my soul rests.
Time sometimes seems scarce,
For an ego bruised with scars.
I have learned to fare-well
To anyone who has hurt me.
My highschool sweetheart has
Turned sour. Well— fuck him!
I am no longer bitter, nor
Burned, void, contradicted.
Grass is bright, and ever-greener,
Sweetheart who sour has turned.
Sweetheart Gone Sour
You will never bow my head,In my actions, my soul rests.Time sometimes seems scarce, For an ego bruised with scars.I have learned to fare-wellTo anyone who has hurt me.My highschool sweetheart hasTurned sour. Well— fuck him!I am no longer bitter, norBurned, void, contradicted.Grass is bright, and ever-greener,Sweetheart who sour has turned.
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