Ten Toes, Six Feet Deep
And Letters Rearranged
I’ll stand ten toes behind you, babe
Seeing the evil things love brings
No one can save you from yourself
So, let it go, go straight to hell
Loose tongues wag, tangling webs
Old hearts beat, while being bled
The brain arranges what’s been said
To salvage feelings that were dead
Can’t force those feelings anyway
You can’t control what people say
They’ll play the games they want to play
Destroying hearts along the way
It’s who you know, not what you do
They’ll take the very best of you
Leave you wondering what you did
That marked you as a could have been
Cause what you’ve done’s not good enough
Although you tried to call their bluff
You’re just another want to be
Writing the words that set you free
I’m here, ten toes behind you now
Until they put me in the ground
I’ll say my peace without a sound
My voice, just letters, written down
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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