*a ****** at her worst
i am opened raw
vulnerable and naked;
no wall
care for me delicately
before you toss me away
understand my flaws,
get to know me
but don't make me change
rock bottom; so it's as they say
i'm thrown a rope of thorns
to find my way
i hear a sound in the distance
it's a voice of reason; a chant of song
cheering me on
i may be mistaken
there ain't no choir for people like me
only a pocket full of prayers;
a head full of dreams
let me go
let me be
let me crawl
on ****** knee
a touch of fate grasps my arm for life
**** it, why fight?
you're watching me closely
aren't you?
(paranoia setting in)
what do you see so special about an angel soaked in sin?
standing on the ledge
below they are screaming JUMP
bare ***** and broken
i just look up*
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
*a ****** at her worst
i am opened raw
vulnerable and naked;
no wall
care for me delicately
before you toss me away
understand my flaws,
get to know me
but don't make me change
rock bottom; so it's as they say
i'm thrown a rope of thorns
to find my way
i hear a sound in the distance
it's a voice of reason; a chant of song
cheering me on
i may be mistaken
there ain't no choir for people like me
only a pocket full of prayers;
a head full of dreams
let me go
let me be
let me crawl
on ****** knee
a touch of fate grasps my arm for life
**** it, why fight?
you're watching me closely
aren't you?
(paranoia setting in)
what do you see so special about an angel soaked in sin?
standing on the ledge
below they are screaming JUMP
bare ***** and broken
i just look up*
(C)Maxwell 2015
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