Heart of a squirrel
I see a rainy cloud hovering over my head I stay in that moment and never leave You could define me with so many symbolisms but I don't stay there at all I stay in a world yet to arrive My innocence has been carefully murdered bit by bit at the age of 12 and no I am not a victim of that When you say The Second Coming is at hand You'd find my face to be a gall and I'd terrify you, no you might shrink back with disgust And I plead to no one but god, hah that keeps the charlatan at bay you know You may think I am the charlatan, or that I am seriously done for But the heart of a squirrel my love, how do you fight it, how do you tame it? Meanwhile the war, meanwhile my welled up throat, is it any better than the confused chatter of lost dreams? The numbness you are feeling, yes that, I find it everyday within me, I carry it and dispense it forward But, mothers my dear mothers do not teach their daughters to live for themselves They ...
