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• Artiste: Scruffpuppie
• Titre: Kindergarten
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There was a time under a bridge We spray-painted along the ridge A poem I had wrote for you You said it made your heart feel blue But in a funny way you see Like you could understand my teeth When they would show up through my smile It made our feelings last awhile And then it started pouring rain And we walked home our heads in pain From breathing in all of the fumes To bring out all the different hues Surrounding us while we would scream Our mouths were stained with silly things It hurt so much before we knew But now we do, but now we do But now we do and I am through With walking over glass for you You said my name and then I cried It hurts my eyes, it hurts my eyes The kindergarten state of mind Will hopefully begin to die And I will not be by your side But will you miss me? Why, oh, why? There was an hour of the day Where we both chose to run away We didn't get but twenty miles Before we missed the friendly smiles And hopeful lights inside the trees A sign we should've kept going But we were only children then We might still be, there is no end There is no end, the light is gone And I'll continue moving on The fist you used to hurt me then To grip my throat 'til I would bend And snap beneath the weight of you My love for you has been abused I hope you read this letter, dear My thoughts and fears, thoughts and fears And after everything, I still look for an excuse to hear it again. The soft breaths, and not one night spent alone. To know how happiness as a physical thing was delicate. It was too delicate. But now we do and I am through With walking over glass for you You said my name and then I cried It hurts my eyes, it hurts my eyes The kindergarten state of mind Will hopefully begin to die And I will not be by your side But will you miss me? Why, oh, why? And I will not be by your side But will you miss me? Why, oh, why? And I will not be by your side But will you miss me? Why, oh, why?