Broken skin,
spoken bruises
speak to you,
with glue.
Look, at
what you
put me through.
For too long,
crazed pain
making me choose
over again
one and over
once again.
Lame disdain
from you.
Heart shatters,
does it matter
to you?
Broken skin,
spoken bruises
speak to you,
with glue.
Look, at
what you
put me through.
For too long,
crazed pain
making me choose
over again
one and over
once again.
Lame disdain
from you.
Heart shatters,
does it matter
to you?
