Let that lemon roll off the counter
onto that cold floor
let someone find her
see what she's meant for
maybe she's there for a lesson
or to be thrown away
she isn't better than rest
she isn't an innocent stray
she is the kind of lemon that is beyond bitter
more than a choice
no one knows her
no one hears her voice
but someone picks her up
puts her in their bag
she doesn't feel any love
it's just to sad....
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