Ophelia
Marina Allen
Not my address, it's my father's house
All my cleverness, it dumbs me down
Pretty books, trust in someone else
All this know-how makes me love less
Imagine now you're a ladder
Every ring gets you higher and higher
Splitting syndrome of knowing and wisdom
One so heavenly, the other elevation
Take the blow with some fortitude
I roll my eyes with teenage attitude
What I'm I supposed to do?
Drown Ophelia to keep loving you
Not where I live, it's my father's house
When towers fall you find a secret hatch
What am I supposed to do?
Can't find a black cat in a dark room