i feel sick at heart
that in my final hours as a clover
i have to risk my life to decide something
that i havent thought about it seriously
bcs whenever it arrests my attention
i'm suffering a terrible pang of guilt
as if i have killed an endangered mockingbird
what dost thou know of suffering?
that in my final hours as a clover
i have to risk my life to decide something
that i havent thought about it seriously
bcs whenever it arrests my attention
i'm suffering a terrible pang of guilt
as if i have killed an endangered mockingbird
what dost thou know of suffering?