The kitchen floor, the kitchen floor,
I lay upon thy nevermore
Cold tiles chill my back
as peace of mind is what I lack
Shouts above me scare the birds
grasping at my sisters words
The end is near and full of blight
with all hope fading from thine sight
The sullen depressions in my face
mythicise my fall from grace
I cannot leave as I was before
The kitchen floor, the kitchen floor
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