I didn't feel like writing today. I was afraid I'd say the unsaid. I dont wanna face the truth, I dont wanna give up on us. Why cant you come back to me, And be the way it's supposed to be?
you know that I’m badly drawn using words and lingerie for clothes I'm shrapnel herself a sharing other a changing Rapunzel untwisting anything I use stream me through empty people by tenfold—and all ablaze back to you