Both Worlds - Johanna Warren

«A» was the letter he carved in my heart with his cold metal instrument

And red was the blood that rolled down my forehead after I had another incident

Gray was the color of our dead skin when we exfoliated thoroughly

And clear was the water that washed it all down the drain so we wouldn’t have

to see

Take my hand in your two hands;

I’ve got no one

You’re the best of both worlds

Deep was the hole I’d lain myself down in before you came to my rescue

Now deeper is the ocean I’d swim across holding my breath just to get to you

Take my hand in your two hands;

I’ve got no one

You’re the worst of both worlds