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