We took a walk beneath the street lamp
The clock shows two
And we couldn’t sleep
With tears packing inside our throat

I’m just a broken child
Weeping and sniffing into her oversized shirt sleeves
But she soothes me.
She soothes me, better than anyone
Better than my mother
Better than you
She soothes me, better than anyone
And I wondered why I never turned to her before

She soothes me, and she holds me
And she tells me of faraway lands
Where an empty book is waiting to be written
Of a new story and a new plot and new ideas
I simply have to close my eyes and forget
Forget, forget, forget

I let my tears fell
Ever freely
Ever hidden
Another mood swing, curse.
Curse, fault, not mine.
Hormones, cultures, boyfriends
Fathers, Mothers, Sisters
Not my fault
Never my fault

“all we need now,” she said, “is just another death.”