Crack my ribs, ************
Just crack them
I don't need ties to shape
To order
To feeling fine
When they're gone, I might open up.
Funny how we grow in a cage for our own protection.
Funny how that seems heartless.
Funny how **** you I'm fine.
If they pierce my heart
I'll know what I was really made of.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 12:55 AM UTC
Crack my ribs, ************
Just crack them
I don't need ties to shape
To order
To feeling fine
When they're gone, I might open up.
Funny how we grow in a cage for our own protection.
Funny how that seems heartless.
Funny how **** you I'm fine.
If they pierce my heart
I'll know what I was really made of.