“Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone. It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life. It’s loss. It’s change”
Burn, burn the house on fire,
I'm so sick and tired,
I can still remember your sound,
It's cut cut cutting me,
Down I'm locked and loaded,
You're so milk and roses,
And I am just a letdown of your hound.
It's cut cut cutting me down,
Like slow poison,
Cut down, like slow poison.