bruised orange
you can gaze out the window
get mad and get madder
but it don't do no good to get angry
so help me i know.
for a heart stained in anger
grows weak and grows bitter.
you become your own prisoner
while you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in a trap
of your very own
chain of sorrow.
i've been brought down to zero
pulled out
and put back there.
it ain't such a long drop
don't stammer
don't stutter
from the diamonds in the sidewalk
to the dirt in the gutter
and you carry those bruises
to remind you
wherever you go
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