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Orchard groves and cemeteries

Apples and worms and peaches 

Laying in the dirt

I don't know where to go

I'm spinning around till I fall

Head first to the oblivion

I don't want a world of chaos

But that is all I found

But I assume I've created chaos

And I apologize to you

Please forgive me

I'm on knees praying to you

I can hardly breathe 

And I'm asking you 

To throw me a bone

I'm not looking for riches

I don't know if I'll vacation

Or become his Mrs.

I'll be fine on my own

I'll keep it to my grave

There is no story I've told

And it's the tale from the crypt

I'm not looking for anything

And I'll tell you this quick

It's the tale from your crypt

Even my own

There's nothing to say

It's best that you leave this alone

I'm not the "It"

I'm not a god or a goddess

Neither are you

I tease you because I love you

But you won't succeed if you gossip