Saele Prina - Annabeth

Oh, Annabeth,
You sit in the garden with a couple of friends
You run short of breath
But you're still pretending that things are going well
But you know you're lying to yourself
And not just your friends
There are many things you'd like to yell
But there's no one here left

Oh, Annabeth,
You play a new vinyl you got from a shop
Where you like to spend
Most of your time cause it makes you feel home
Cause anywhere else you feel lost
Like me in your thoughts
And you carry on hiding your soul
That lately's been soft
It hurts me more than a thousand shots
To see you bleeding on and on
You keep saying that u will learn
To live with this pain on your world

Oh, Annabeth,
You sit in the garden with a couple of friends
You are still short of breath
But you stopped pretending that things are going well
Now you know that lying to yourself
Has put you through hell
Many things have come out of your chest
But there's still so much left

Written by:
Saele Prina

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