One by one people enter
to clean their dirty laundry.
Feeling it churning and
welling up inside till
they're fresh, renewed.
But one by one they walk out.
You walked in, arms open.
You opened me up,
cleaned me up inside.
I could finally breathe,
I was renewed.
But you too walked out.
Before you locked me up,
you flipped a switch.
Leaving me churning,
welling up inside.
Endlessly turning,
spinning, hurting.
