and so you get out of bed,
you take a shower,
you wash the face that too many tears have dried upon,
you cleanse the the body that too many hands have touched
heartbroken again, but you will rise
you’re too used to it to cry, it’s a demise
you shave your legs, this time for you
,
you comb through your tangled locks, reminding you too much of your tangled heart
,
you paint your cracked and unpolished nails, hoping that they’ll shine just like they used to, also reminding you too much of your cracked and unpolished heart.
heartbroken again, but you will rise
you’re too used to it to cry, it’s a demise
you clean your room, still hoping that he’ll see it again soon
you draw your blinds and wait until sunrise
*heartbroken again, but you will rise
you’re too used to it to cry, it’s a demise