You are not a violin,
Don't play your arms like strings.
You are not glass,
Don't let them shatter you that easy.
You are not a building,
Don't let them break you down that easy.
You are not the words they call you,
Let your own words rule your life.
You listen to these words and you think you can rebuild,
but in the end all these stories are lies and you can't save yourself...
_ A.G
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
You are not a violin,
Don't play your arms like strings.
You are not glass,
Don't let them shatter you that easy.
You are not a building,
Don't let them break you down that easy.
You are not the words they call you,
Let your own words rule your life.
You listen to these words and you think you can rebuild,
but in the end all these stories are lies and you can't save yourself...
_ A.G
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