Jul 2019
I'm not broken, I'm tired
Of emptying myself into people
With hearts like broken jars
And arms riddled with holes.
So don't ask me to give
My cup is empty
And I have nothing to offer you
Of emptying myself into people
With hearts like broken jars
And arms riddled with holes.
So don't ask me to give
My cup is empty
And I have nothing to offer you
