Strawberry Field

Theres a bitterness on my tongue
It beats behind my teeth banging
Like a drum

You go home to plenty
Cherry picking the ripest
Of the fruit

I go home to many
Who's touch
Is incomparable to you

Holding back on words
I'd rather choke

But it would be worse
If I never spoke

I'll be your strawberry field
I'll be your strawberry field
I'll be your strawberry field
I'll be your strawberry filed

Bathing in devastation
A world of my creation

Lipstick stains
On your neck

Indentations of the next

You go home to plenty
Cherry picking the ripest
Of the fruit

I go home to many
Who's touch
Is incomparable to you

Holding back on words
I'd rather choke

But it would be worse
If I never spoke

I'll be your strawberry field
I'll be your strawberry field
I'll be your strawberry field
I'll be your strawberry filed



Credits
Writer(s): Erycka Ortiz
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