Pain still lingers Feels like I'm about to break Standing here aches Not sure how much more I can fake Put me out Wipe my tears when they fall Give me some hydromorph's Swallowing handfuls of pills Not sure if it's all in my head My back is full of sharp objects Even sitting is excruciating Just give me a break I need some time alone Just being alive is pain Nobody to phone Even though I try to Nobody picks up I'm on my own Never alone Just dead on the other end All hope is gone
If you're a good writer I've probably already fallen in love with your words if you make good music you most likely own a part of my soul undoubtedly if when you message me you use proper grammer punctuation and complete sentences there's no denying I take you seriously something in the way you word things the way that each consonant sings as I breathe in the simple things you say to me
It's like she's ADDICTED to the PAIN, He fronts like he's SO GREAT Then suddenly, She's being EMOTIONALLY DRAINED... That CLOWN is so FAKE He shouldn't be, Stealing all her LOVE in the RAIN Projecting his ANGER and HATE Indifferently...
I'd hold your hand... But your palms are sweaty I'd kiss you... But your breath is rancid I'd wrap my arms around you... But you smell like trash I love you... But don't touch me... Ew.