I walk on the pavement
Broken glass
Melted through the door
And I try to stay patient
But I'm not getting up
Off the floor
For anyone this time
A broken broom
And bent wires
I've tried my best
To twist all desire
Into lemonade
Eating sour apples
And wincing at lies
I've become the plateau for me
Plataeu in my life
I walk in broken boots
Heels crushing on the floor
The strings always stay tied
But I can't wear them anymore.
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