Boxes and baskets of all her old things
Porcelain dolls, portrait paintings
She swore they'd be worth something
They're just gathering dust in my attic somewhere
And she's lost in a room where she sits and she stares
Her mind as blank as the walls
Her memory as vacant as the halls
Chorus:
I'm the only daughter of her oldest son
I knew her well before her spirit was gone
And her life is a thread woven into every part of me
She is unraveling, she is unraveling
She looks in my eyes and asks me my name
Every five minutes I tell her the same
She smiles but it's cold and dead
And I'm screaming out loud in my head
Chorus repeats
I tried to pull her back
Stories and photographs of her sisters and brothers, her children who love her
She can't remember but how could a heart forget?
Chorus repeats
I've been tearing through boxes on nights I can't sleep
Searching for memories of who she used to be
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Songs
عشوائيIf you love Music, this is for you. These are just some of my favorite songs, some will be covers so yeah. Also some of these songs are used on some of the chapters in some of my stories.
