daughter - smother

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I'm wasted, losing time

I'm a foolish, fragile spine

I want all that is not mine

I want him but we're not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators

And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator

I should go now quietly

For my bones have found a place

To lie down and sleep

Where all my layers can become reeds

All my limbs can become trees

All my children can become me

What a' mess I leave

To follow

In the darkness I will meet my creators

They will all agree, I'm a suffocator

Suffocator

Oh no

I'm sorry if I smothered you

I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside

My mother

Never' to come out

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