I wanted to write down exactly how I felt
I wanted to forget your name and after 7 shots,
yours is all I can remember
these broken syllables reflecting off my thickened tongue
Sometimes you need someone
to tell you that you're not as terrible as you think you are
and sometimes the darkness is your bestfriend
and sometimes before it gets better the darkness gets bigger
sometimes we build walls around our hearts
then question why no one loves us
and sometimes we need to remember that even broken crayons still color
that people are like clocks, no one can tell when they stopped ticking
Sometimes we need to be told that
where we see flaws as weeds someone else sees roses
So I wanted to write down exactly how I felt,
but somehow the paper stayed empty
and i couldn't of described it any better.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
I wanted to write down exactly how I felt
I wanted to forget your name and after 7 shots,
yours is all I can remember
these broken syllables reflecting off my thickened tongue
Sometimes you need someone
to tell you that you're not as terrible as you think you are
and sometimes the darkness is your bestfriend
and sometimes before it gets better the darkness gets bigger
sometimes we build walls around our hearts
then question why no one loves us
and sometimes we need to remember that even broken crayons still color
that people are like clocks, no one can tell when they stopped ticking
Sometimes we need to be told that
where we see flaws as weeds someone else sees roses
So I wanted to write down exactly how I felt,
but somehow the paper stayed empty
and i couldn't of described it any better.
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