The bedroom knows how you cry yourself to sleep
It's not that heavy, It's just deep
In rivera street all the words you said
Peaceful and better world you need
Orchid's alive but the water's dead
The things you never did
The fault of being a kid
When she stays on your bed
The end you never predicted
Why do we need to know?
Why do we need to suffer?
To learn and to grow
It wasn't fair, it's getting heavier
You can carry the steel around your body
But not the words they've said from yesterday
Money is what school uses to me
Six grapes, lovely bones, I'm sorry
Why do we need to know?
Why do we need to suffer?
It's not the end there's more to know
It's not the end there will be so better
To learn and grow
To learn and grow
It's never fair, gianne
Pretend it's fine and always smile
YOU ARE READING
fit in fifteen
PoetryThe happiness we share is small But the memories will live in me for aeons We're just congenial and normal What could possibly go wrong?
