i fell down a rabbit hole
i feel my stomach dropping
sinking to my feet
i remember the curly hair and gentle stare
whats a gentle stare now? when you're on top of me pretending it's nice
pretending
i remember when i started to bloom - i wish i was treated like a flower - but instead i'm in the hands of someone who keeps passing just to stare at the pretty- ness of my flowers
my stomach is sinking to my feet - i don't want to think about how tomorrow i'll have to deal with the same things - waiting for the day to come to an end
my stomach is sinking to my feet where are my friends? where are they when you're trying to take me and grab me by my ankles
