My
heart
is soreFrom
searching
for moreForever
rotten to
the core
Toothache
I know
it’s
rotten
inside
Every
morning
I can
taste it
I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died
And then
then it
can be
extracted
The Truth
If you
knew
the
truth
about meYou
would
run
away
and hideYou
wouldn’t
waste
another
minuteOn
someone
so
rotten
inside