If I could get over this I’d jump as high as a mountain, up and over
If I could write it out of me, write a few lines and whisk away the pain
I’d smear ink,
I’d chicken scratch years of scorn and mocked name calling
And I’d get over it.
If I could stand up and walk away
If I could just walk away
I’d do so in a heartbeat
But right now my heart beats to one slow tune,
The sound of your voice telling me how much my pain burdens you.
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