As I write, I think back, The story begins on day one, My heart was sealed off but The damage was already done. He told me all he ever wanted, Was to die and suffer no more. Isn’t it ironic when they tell a story, And it’s one you’ve heard before? Because that story was
I get hurt sometimes. And I’ll get stuck in line, Waiting for the earth to change its mind. But it left it’s child behind. Cause it left me behind. Keys on the table, And clothes on the floor, A jacket I forgot about, Hanging on the door. The word around in chaos, As I’m curled
I can’t speak any more, ‘Cause you stitched my lips shut. I can’t fix this anymore, ‘Cause you made too deep a cut. A fixed mirror still shows cracks, Healed wounds still bare a scar. I patched the holes you burned in me, But I don’t know who we are. After everything we had, We