A new collection of sweaters,
With a million reasons for each
But lies are the only thing covering,
Secrets that have been unreached
It's cruel to hide such tragic horrors,
Under something so pretty and sweet
It's hard to jump on cotton,
When just underneath is concrete
Yeah, I broke a promise
Yes, I let them down
But what they don't seem to get,
Is just how much I drown
I stay up later and later,
The night is my best friend
Because the darkness has no light,
It's a time for me to mend
I kiss my own scars,
They lay upon my soul
But nothing can fix this heart,
'cause it's just a gaping hole
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
A new collection of sweaters,
With a million reasons for each
But lies are the only thing covering,
Secrets that have been unreached
It's cruel to hide such tragic horrors,
Under something so pretty and sweet
It's hard to jump on cotton,
When just underneath is concrete
Yeah, I broke a promise
Yes, I let them down
But what they don't seem to get,
Is just how much I drown
I stay up later and later,
The night is my best friend
Because the darkness has no light,
It's a time for me to mend
I kiss my own scars,
They lay upon my soul
But nothing can fix this heart,
'cause it's just a gaping hole
I'm sorry that I enjoy the pain,
and let others experience it too.
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