Jan 2016
I was once asked by a person
In cold, cold tears
How can I ever count on people
If they just look for what’s
In their best interest,
And I held those bruised fingers
And wiped the coldness
From streaking down
Well
I said
The hardest part in this journey
Is to accept the worst part
In a person
But in only those
You know are worth it
And won’t drag you
*Down with them
In cold, cold tears
How can I ever count on people
If they just look for what’s
In their best interest,
And I held those bruised fingers
And wiped the coldness
From streaking down
Well
I said
The hardest part in this journey
Is to accept the worst part
In a person
But in only those
You know are worth it
And won’t drag you
*Down with them
