I didn’t belong where I was put.
I was there, where I was put.
I should have just stayed put.
Fear kept us both… shook.
You couldn’t touch me but I was your felt perfect.
The size of your fist, that I wish you held a little higher…
and over your head just as your expectations.
I kept you alive.
You wanted to fly.
So, You put me out even though you knew it would have you die
inside.
I don’t have wings.
Why couldn’t I have stayed?
The first I got broke, I sure wish you had prayed.
Why didn’t you sing to me?
I just provided the beat.
I never skipped to run away, I just wanted to see.
From the beginning til the end. Our rise and fall… it all was greed.
I did it for me, I did it so we could eat. I did it so we could live good. I did it so your hugs could be sweet.
I did it so you wouldn’t give up on us. I did it because I loved flowing with you.
I loved listening to your voice.
I wish you didn’t yell so much.
R.I.P.
Love Always,
Your Ripped Out Heart.
Written by: Hrsh Reyalitee
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