Mercy Cage The Burning Girl
You said suffrage was not the end
You said celibacy seemed a worthy but flawed and
impossible dream
Here we sit, guests at the wake
Conducting our own post mortem
Here we sit, lying that we all feel cormfortable with
this...
I'm sorry
I miss you
I'm sorry
I missed you
The world seemed brighter with you around
Why did you go?
