Shell

The shell collapsed on itself
You took me down from the highest shelf
I've been running ragged through hell
I could not compose myself
I could not compose myself
I could not compose myself

The axe soon forgets
What the tree remembers
So I collected
All of the ash and the embers

In your mind
I took the minor design
A medium in kind
That I wish I could rewind
That I wish I could rewind

I can still recall
My will staring through the door
Unopened and enthralled
I couldn't preserve the core

The shell collapsed on itself
You took me down from the highest shelf
I've been running ragged through hell
I could not compose myself
I could not compose myself
I could not compose myself
I could not compose myself



Credits
Writer(s): Angelique Joy Tuffnell
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