Devastate

Devastate
The color that you make
A kind of mood that radiates
I'm afraid of colors on your face
A bullet in a yellow tree
I'm a son
A nevertheless begun
The day that you abandoned me

Devastate
Empathetic cliché
I see your smile spinning in space
Fried peaches
With syrup on my plate
I know that you can make it sweet
I feel your photo on my face
The day that you abandoned me

I'm innocent
I can't clean up
I broke my snow-globe and then you really laid into me
my snow-globe broke on me



Credits
Writer(s): Sivan Lioncub
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