Something Sharp

You be the plow
I'll be the ground
We'll talk about how fertile I used to be

You wear the crown
I will look down
Talk about how special one day you'll be

You buy the wool
I'll be your fool
We won't talk about anything

You lie through smoke
While the jester makes his joke
Talk about how great you'll be

Just hold my skin
I'll etch it in
We will see just how fast I can bleed.



Credits
Writer(s): Boxer Joy
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