
I’m on my knees in the dark wood
Lost, searching, frantic
I no longer want to be who I should
I’m dying inside trying to be good
Can you not see I’m mantic
I’m on my knees in the dark wood
I don’t want to stand where I once stood
I can’t keep up the antic
I no longer want to be who I should
I’m bound by this falsehood
The fire needed to burn it down, gigantic
I’m on my knees in the dark wood
Would I know myself even if I could
My bones ache, soul hungry, marantic
I no longer want to be who I should
I try to convince myself it’s allgood
But my desires are romantic
I’m on my knees in the dark wood
I no longer want to be who I should
-Katie Jolicoeur
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