Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf
Filled her pockets with stones
Virginia Woolf
Walked to the river alone
She was alrigh
Sylvia Plath
She laid down on the floor
Sylvia Plath
Opened one final door
She was alright
She was alright
She was all messed up
Sometimes you feel
What you don’t wanna feel
Sometimes it hurts
Where you don’t wanna hurt
Sylvia Plath
Saw the world as it is
Sylvia Plath
Saw it wasn’t no business of hers
She was alright
Virginia Woolf
She was good for a quote
Virginia Woolf
Knew that stones do not float
She was alright
She was alright
She was all messed up
Sometimes you feel
All messed up
Sometimes you feel
She was all messed up
She’s alright