Pools in eyes

I called you I told you I guess I always wanted
Is that stupid I'm so untrue that's too bad I can't stop
Found a little squirrel a little dead a little head a little fist
why did I think of you I'll always wonder what he told and
what he meant and that's too bad

you can't see pools in his eyes
you can't see squirrels in your poison

I'm here again alone again I'm talking again
and wanting
I saw the gimp girl today she's walking in between you
she walks circle
spins around you
she lives on looks

on
where are your legs
where are your her legs

I'll always wonder what she told and
that's too bad

he's a statue and she is broken broken again
he's a statue they say she broke him
she's so broken all out again

you can't see pools in eyes
you can't see me in your poison

I thought this hardness was a shell
It's a hard hard
hard core

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