The Stellar Brand Of Truth

Do I dash my own hopes
And they wonder how she copes
As they slash and burn
Get in line so everyone gets a turn
At the aching of the mending fences torched
And she dreamt of a life on the front porch
Sipping tea with her chosen one
Now she fears that her son
Will tear her down
And she left the town
Only to want to go back
And none of those fuckers know jack
About who you are
And every star
Turns into a black hole
Don’t let them take your soul
When they tear at your skin
But you found it in him
And I know I’m not alone
When I click the link on my phone

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