"They loved me a little less than I loved them. They loved themselves a little more than I loved them".
United by meaning, Divided with feeling.
When I heard them singing my song, I couldn't dance to their tune.
"They see me as a resource, They remember me during scarcities."
The mirror will break down when you're gone. They'll pick that mask you wore that day, but still won't remember you.
"Until you realize your individuality, it would be hard for me to find you in this herd and easier, when you dare to lead it."
"When the left was felt, The felt also left."
Why do we pray? We don't trust in the hard work we put in or, It strengthens us to pour in harder.
The ones who know you, can kill you. Others would only struggle to find whether, you tickled or you pinched.
In a line they asked, 'A grandmother is the richest source of motherhood, I said.'