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Sophie Meiers

little bug

 

little bug


Horizon in a dimly lit basement
Wondering if I should write the same sad song
Oh, since I haven't quit yet, I guess this is it
Recycling lyrics describing depression
But for your discretion, I'll throw in a lesson
That nothing ever matters and nothing ever will
You were born to this Earth by your mommy and daddy
And if you are looking for love baby
Child their whole lives
I hope you had a chilhood, you can look back and smile at
Because the less fortunate ones are still tryna block it
And maybe it's still happening
Caterpillar never grew wings
Little bug never had a home
Little bug couldn't build a cocoon

Second grade
All I would read was play-doh's [?]
All the pages were rid-old with notes and questions like
"Why does it matter? ", I guess nothing ever will
Bugs in a garden, distant for dickhead [?]
What's a little bug matter anyway?
Some of them had shiny wings
And some of them wove silver strings
Around me until I found out I was cut
I'm fine with being stuck here in the web
At least something is getting fed
And maybe that means I had a purpose in the end

hecho

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