So the doctor said her foot Was broken. Yes, I like a woman tough, But it's been two months Since it started hurting. Suppose few things are as Subjective as pain.
I rub my right hand when it's Cold. The one I crushed Between two containers. Crane driver was still Drunk from breakfast; Suppose few things are as Subjective as responsibility.
We're all scars. Broken bones And bruised hearts. Embarrasing memories and Bitten bullets. Walking on broken feet until They heal.