Toilet
I hope you get use
to be without me
cuz that is the way
is gonna be
I won't be the rag
for your feet
I wont be the bed
where you sleep.
I always was
on your side
but you were never
on mine
following you everywhere
from behind
you didn't turn around
to say hi...
My mother broke my spirit
long ago
waves of pain
come and go
they shat on me
and on my love
I turned myself into a toilet
and I didn't know.
So I hope you get use to be
without me
cuz that is the way
is gonna be
I won't beg or cry
or scream or plea
you can now go
I set you free.
Jessica
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