| i am Pretty Flower |
| eating on your own, is taking it's toll the tax for selfish living, they'll take you for what isn't this piece of human waste, with whom i can relate reminds me, of what i am becoming i am becoming where there once was light, you've found you've lost your sight pawing through the unseen, your present is a has been sobbing on the concrete, kicked by you own feet warring with your own mind, angry at being alive i am becoming i am becoming i am approachable and i am good hearted and i have no malice and i talk to much about myself i must never reach, my full potential i am pretty flower, i am not rapist branch i was not, marked out for suffering so i can claim, my own body as my own my own body as my own not a slave to instinct, and on the stairs to consciousness fighting the enemy, i was born with take a revolver, to the temple to shoot any holy man, who says you can't change without them i am becoming i am approachable and i am good hearted and i have no malice and i talk to much about myself i am becoming lyricals by robin |
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