and so you get out of bed,
you take a shower,

you wash the face that too many tears have dried upon, 
you cleanse the the body that too many hands have touched

heartbroken again, but you will rise

you’re too used to it to cry, it’s a demise

you shave your legs, this time for you
,
you comb through your tangled locks, reminding you too much of your tangled heart
,
you paint your cracked and unpolished nails, hoping that they’ll shine just like they used to, also reminding you too much of your cracked and unpolished heart.

heartbroken again, but you will rise
 you’re too used to it to cry, it’s a demise

you clean your room, still hoping that he’ll see it again soon

you draw your blinds and wait until sunrise

*heartbroken again, but you will rise

you’re too used to it to cry, it’s a demise