all my grief says the same thing –
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
and the world laughs,
holds my hope by the throat,
says:
but this is how it is.
all my grief says the same thing –
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
and the world laughs,
holds my hope by the throat,
says:
but this is how it is.