It feels right
feels right to let go
this life
Isn't meant for me
You use words like knives
In my back to your friends
I bleed mine on paper
I'm trying to start again
I will take thise time
and build back
what is mine
build it back
(cause it never meant a thing
to you anyway)
these lives we build
days fragile and thin
will we ever see
the beauty thats left in them
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment