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If melons turned to melons
If open eyes turned to wild cries
If space turned to waste
Would i make it out alive?

I try to recite
I can't remember
The days I left
Last september
Do I miss them?
I don't know
It's so confusing,
Can't let go

Give me a second
To breathe slowly
While i think of a million who can't
Get out of my mind
Let me think clearly
While I recall the first

The fire glooms to represent
A world of taunt, of disrespect
The showers rise to take a stand
For a place, no longer a land

But it was alcohol

Fighting the numbers and tearing down strips
Breaking records for the most killings
It doesn't look good, there's no right ending
We've done too much to break the landing

It doesn't look good
It doesn't look good

Melons turned to lemons
Open eyes turned to wild cries
Space turned to waste
And I made it out alive



Credits
Writer(s): Olivia Elsa Mcmorrow
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