lemons

when life gives you lemons...

maybe i’m a lemon,

maybe you got through my thick rind

and discovered something sour and bitter,

and turned it into something sweet.

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a lemon all alone is bitter,

when you add sugar it becomes amazing,

but you also watered me down,

until my spirit drowned in your glass.

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when life gives you lemons,

make lemonade,

but when you’re the lemon,

what are you supposed to do?

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am i supposed to just stay still?

while he squeezed every drop of my happiness,

and turned it into something beautiful,

but it wasn’t me.

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we are taught to make sugar of our sorrows,

but i prefer the sting,

my smile is bright enough to fool the sun,

but my heart is built to pierce the light.

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the juice burned your open wounds,

and instead of letting the sting in,

you washed it away,

you washed me away.

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