Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf

Filled her pockets with stones

Virginia Woolf walked to the river alone

She was alright

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