i can't grow, i lost pollen once

sub standard, expect
wrong eyes and damaged
no checks
judged and jealous
at being the difference
you couldn't fill us
without my sanctity
i'd swallow
and until it bends
im the pillow
it bites and i learn to cry
hunting my own mountains
she will have learned saying goodbye's

goodbye's the way i see
one day i can learn to breath
hates the day i ran my mouth down
down to the inner city

then he went a gave up
drinking all the garbage
sips out of his dirty gulp's
freelancing ain't what you hear from
it's earth, sun
remember she aint your mum

call me out, outside into the dirty fields to run
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