in july you are december
and vice versa in reverse
you're erratic, inconsistent
but also beautiful and kind
who will follow you
when you don't know where you are
how will they hear your music
when all the strings snapped on your guitar
how can you ever dream
when the voices in your head won't let you sleep
you're fragile, but charming
you feel love, but how deep?
why did you lash out and inject poison
into a world you wouldn't let see your true self
now who is going to ride your wild horses
when they're all dead or dying |
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