something filled up
my heart with nothing,
someone told me not to cry.
but now that i'm older,
my heart's colder,
and i can see that it's a lie.
children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
we're just a million little gods causing rain storms turning every good thing to
rust.
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