As she sat outside the store, waiting for her soul to heal, she realized that the first time she did her mom's make up, her mom was dead.
Black birds were near. Her womb hurt. Some people are born to suffer and ache. For every five minutes of happiness, there are 10 hours of suffering. Go figure. Is it a curse? Or is it that G-d loves who suffers?
It's windy and cold and I remember we had plans for winter. A trip to South America, hot chocolate, the stars, the beach.
And now, this black hole you left me in.
Amos Lee knows what I am talking about. I can't get enough of this song.
Black birds were near. Her womb hurt. Some people are born to suffer and ache. For every five minutes of happiness, there are 10 hours of suffering. Go figure. Is it a curse? Or is it that G-d loves who suffers?
It's windy and cold and I remember we had plans for winter. A trip to South America, hot chocolate, the stars, the beach.
And now, this black hole you left me in.
Amos Lee knows what I am talking about. I can't get enough of this song.
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