Park Bench Pitty
Pay attention
to the girl
who's bowed down
and bent
sitting on a bench
alone in the park..
she's got a black eye,
bruised face,
broken heart...
do not stare,
no need to glare...
it's just me,
wanting free....
to the girl
who's bowed down
and bent
sitting on a bench
alone in the park..
she's got a black eye,
bruised face,
broken heart...
do not stare,
no need to glare...
it's just me,
wanting free....
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