I bite my tongue till it bleeds
these problems aren't wooden reeds,
they won't wear down till they're thrown away.
We just go our own ways
and the family falls apart,
with no button to restart.
And nobody tries,
but everybody cries.
As we all fall apart,
we don't know when it ends.
But how did it even start?
They say i'm not alone,
or made of stone.
But look close and see
the pain I hold behind crystal eyes,
as we cut all the ties.
My heart is darkly painted,
and my smile forever tainted.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
I bite my tongue till it bleeds
these problems aren't wooden reeds,
they won't wear down till they're thrown away.
We just go our own ways
and the family falls apart,
with no button to restart.
And nobody tries,
but everybody cries.
As we all fall apart,
we don't know when it ends.
But how did it even start?
They say i'm not alone,
or made of stone.
But look close and see
the pain I hold behind crystal eyes,
as we cut all the ties.
My heart is darkly painted,
and my smile forever tainted.
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