I was born covered in hope,
now I'm crawling on the floor,
picking up pieces of this broken love.
I'm waiting for my next turn,
and while it comes I'll take some rest.
I'm waiting for your next punch,
I know it'll land right on my face.
I woke up covered in blood,
somewhere I'd not been before,
the sky is brown, your eyes are red,
my heart is grey.
The sun goes up.
The sun comes down.
The sun doesn't even come around.
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