It pours slowly and carefully on the place
You tried to say was a heart of good
Malicious skeletal grin on a face
Rusty metal box that passes for a heart
Purring out a faint drumbeat
A-v-a-r-i-c-e. A-v-a-r-i-c-e. A-v-a-r-i-c-e.
Words clatter forth telling of broken lives
Who were you to do anything?
Who were you to change something?
Leave it to the rest with perfect worlds
That you tell yourself they live in
A way to accept no responsibility
For the destruction that you’ve caused
Because it’s always someone else’s fault
You ask me to do it, beg me
End it all because you have misery
And I look at the acid that bubbles beside me
Pour only the water as ask for venom
To burn out the golden heart you say is there
All I see is rust, nothing gold even the hair
It’s dirty with the acts you carried out
And however much I’d love to see you scream
I won’t.
I’ll let your greed and the water, the tears shed
Rot what’s left of you
Little tin man, who never got a heart
Nor a brain just a mouth that shouts
Endlessly and desperately to the air
Scream on tin man I’m done.
Ailsa
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