Teardrops in the dirt
I wonder if you know they're mine
Buried with a tablespoon
You never got a chance to breathe
Words flow through, do they even reach you?
Would you return to your mother's womb?
People will have things to say
But they've never felt a thing like this
Some may say it's for the best
Yet they're growing old with no one there
One day you'll get another chance
Would you return to your mother's womb?
Words flow through, do they even reach you?
Would you return to your mother's womb?
