Linda Gardens - Sympathy

You bite
Your tongue
Fingernails on rust
Shelter
Yourself
With the things you trust
Are you
Where you
Thought you'd be
I never needed much sympathy

This is happening to me

Peaking through
The holes in his sheets
You rush in gold
Bring me to my feet

This is happening to me

This is happening to me
This is happening to me
This is happening to me
This is happening to me
This is happening to me
This is happening to me
This is happening to me
This is happening to me
This is happening to me

Written by:
Lindsay Gordon

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