I am a bag of bones
and you are making a hole
So I could change my course
Lighter with deprivation
I am a bag of bones
But now you are adding weight
So I could starve to death
On this starry night
I am a bag of bones
Yet you're taking what's mine
I am holding the wall
So all these things won't move too fast
You take saints, martyrs from my head; and misattribution
One bead, then another
And I am... I am figure scating
Categories:
misattribution, abuse, body, i am,
Form: I do not know?