To an angry fuchsia she gave it her anguish
Voices told her to stay
Shadows claim her attention
And she hates herself a little bit more everyday


When the yelling and sorrows left behind
Linoleum floors in your prefabricated dreams
Your dreams are a shape to fill
Nobody have original dreams


Sometimes she hates everyone
Sometimes I share her apathy
Sometimes I feel empathy
And the fuchsia pen dances across the leaf
and describes the smell of kerosene
kerosene, we smoke kerosene


Where heat have gone?
She loved you
She cried
She used to feel so free
She used to feel so fine
But sometimes I made her feel bad
I felt guilty when I made her think about railways


I'm afraid of going to the statio
She's afraid, hug her please
Why nobody was hugging her?




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