Putrid

Artists : Bruce Said Checkers : Putrid

She feels sick inside
She doesn't know what to do
from those things from the tide
she needs someone to talk to
about those things she feels
that will help her heel

When you wake up someday
Realize what's happened
everyone was sleeping
you were concavely thinking
about those things you hide
you'd kill to keep inside

Nobody knows, how things go
in her head when she lays in bed
she wants to tell the world
but she just tells a squirrel

It is mean, how they make her feel unclean
she wants to yell, but who to tell
it makes me mad. It makes me mad