A basket of weeds I'll pick for you
Under cotton clouds and skies of blue
You wished for someone bright and new
A spotless story for you to compose
But the stories been started
And the bindings been broken
Used and abused I plead to you
Please take me in taters, please make me new
So you accept me all broken
And slowly you start to open
A world so bright and new
A basket of weeds I'll pick for you
Under cotton clouds and skies of blue
You wished for someone bright and new
But settled being sunshine for somebody else.
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I like it, but I'm a little confused about the end... lol
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