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Mountains and Tumult

All the mountains and the pains
Tumult and the gains
One more opportunity
To be more or less me
Not next year
Not past years
This time I’ll come back around

Well I gave him all my tears
They were not what he wanted
I was a girl in all my prime
To him those years

Like a sleepwalker to a closed door
I couldn’t move the dark to see the floor
I was an open sore he bore right in
And he gouged me again and he watched me fall to the floor

I hid my fixation to have him around
A need to feed my pig
To be rubbed in the ground
A need to be hurt to feel deep
A need to be confused to not feel cheap
A need to be needed to feel alive

But was I really living?
Whose nightmare was I given?

Like a sleepwalker to a closed door
I couldn’t move the dark to see the floor
I was an open sore he bore right in
And he gouged me again and he watched me fall...
Is it me or are we crazy
Or were we primed for being psycho babies
I was an open sore he bore right in
And he gouged me again
Gouged me again

But then a voice within my darkest hour
‘s telling me “baby, don’t let him drain Your flower

When he’s done there’ll be none left for The real one.”

It ain’t love to be in so much pain

 

 

 

annie barker