This is heart-breaking. At 5.30 I felt like crying, for no concrete reasons. I use to only truly feel for songs (to the extent of ‘weeping’) when I can relate to them. This one is just … I don’t know.

Well, I have sown untidy furrows across my soul,
But I am still a coward, content to see my garden grow so sweet and full of someone else’s flowers

I don’t belong to anyone, my heart is heavy as an oil drum.
I don’t want to be alone.
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn and I have torn my soul apart from pulling artlessly with fool commands

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