My name is Rachel.
I’m 20 years old.
I grew up in Ohio.
Now I live in Michigan.
I hate music.
You may say I’m a dreamer.
Got myself a weird sense of humor.
I like metaphors.Feel free to friend me, message me, whatever me.Take care.If I have something to say, I’ll sing it instead.
.. boomp3.com.. boomp3.comYou’re a murderer
You’re a crook
You collect pages from library booksAnd I watched you with glazed over looks
The night when my eyes awoke
Hearing cruel intentions when you spokeI walked outside, the air made me choke
And in the smoke, I fell down on my knees
You’re a murderer, you’re a thief.I ran across the crumpled newspaper pages
The stories of those with their minimum wages
And the animals locked up in their cages
Those stories make me sickI looked back at the beaten motel
The one we thought we knew so well
Your silhouette swallowed by the curtains
Whatever made me so certain
That you’d always have my back?
That you’d always love me back?I’m stuck between the walls again
But that’s the difference between a pencil and pen
Difference between violent ink and heavy, heavy leadI slept on the park bench tonight
Because I know if I went back, it wouldn’t feel right
And I watched the branches on the naked trees in the sky
And I fell asleep listening to the city’s lullabyIn the morning, it was cold
The autumn’s comfort had been sold
But seasons come and go, or so I’m toldUnlike your villainous ways, one day
Falling on you like ten million sun rays
You will feel loved
And you’ll say, “Is this all it took?â€
But for now, but for now, my darling
You’re a murderer, you’re a murderer,
You’re a crook.
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