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?†But for now, but for now, my darling You’re a murderer, you’re a murderer, You’re a crook.
![Rachel Raygun [Music] profile picture](https://profilesarchive.blob.core.windows.net/pictures/982/l/230579982.jpg)