it broke me when you told me about the misery that you're in
it broke me that all you ask is some sort of comfort,
and yet i can't give it to you
it broke me that i can't go there and offer my shoulders,
whispering "it's gonna be okay"
eventhough you and i both know it's not gonna be
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 2:38 AM UTC
it broke me when you told me about the misery that you're in
it broke me that all you ask is some sort of comfort,
and yet i can't give it to you
it broke me that i can't go there and offer my shoulders,
whispering "it's gonna be okay"
eventhough you and i both know it's not gonna be
i hate misery.