she wants honey spilled down her throat, every time she speaks

she wants flowers stuck to her hair, every time the wind blows

she wants her words to mean things, but no one will ever get the pain, of having this heart, of having this type of mindset

she will forever be alone

she is srounded by millions of people but she is alone

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