eve-ry syllable that comes out of your pretty mouth makes me uneasy daggers covered in roses but the thorns won't heal my wounds how can the same person say something that can make you feel like for once you're going to be more than "okay" but can tear you apart like the page in your journal you tried to forget your lungs are meant to give you life but they're surely taking away mine
why was it so easy for you to let go? you break apart the hearts that adore you, dear covering your sleeves from what's underneath on the run and go from your fears that keep you awake at night only running from yourself but you'll keep cutting corners, even if it's hurting someone else.
tired eyes, sapping me dry "to give, to take" but all you do is take, take, take he told me, "honey, you're far too young to feel this way" i told him i was born a little late an old soul living life with eyes closed