I don't understand
But I'll be understanding
Eat from the palm of my hand
And bite my fingers clean
I give you more than I can
I don't want disgrace
I'd rather you ignore me again
Put me in my place
Laying on your bathroom floor
Sleeping with the dust
Saying to myself, I'm bored
Still I stay, weeping upon rust
I don't understand
But I'll be understanding
Eat from the palm of my hand
And bite my fingers clean
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
