Mountains and Tumult - Annie Barker
All the mountains and the pains
Tumult and the gains
One more opportunity
To be more or less me
Not next year
Not past years
This time I'll come back around
Well I gave him all we tears
They were not what he wanted
I was a girl in all my prime
To him those years
Like a sleepwalker to a closed door
I couldn't move the dark to see the floor
I was an open sore he bore right in
And he gouged me again and he watched me fall to the floor
I hid my fixation to have him around
A need to feed my pig
To be rubbed in the ground
A need to be hurt to feel deep
A need to be confused to not feel cheap
A need to be needed to feel alive
But was I really living
Whose nightmare was I given
Like a sleepwalker to a closed door
I couldn't move the dark to see the floor
I was an open sore he bore right in
And he gouged me again and he watched me fall
Is it me or are we crazy
Were we primed for being psycho babies
I was an open sore he bore right in
And he gouged me again
Gouged me again
But then a voice within my darkest hours
Telling me baby don't let him drain Your flower
When he's done there'll be none left for The real one
It ain't love to be in so much pain