I'm used to holding my breath,
Forcing out jokes,
Always afraid to show how I feel,
But with you, I breathe easy,
No lump in my throat.
And I guess that means this is real.
I'm used to holding my breath,
Forcing out jokes,
Always afraid to show how I feel,
But with you, I breathe easy,
No lump in my throat.
And I guess that means this is real.
Just a short one I wrote on the bus! Happy Tuesday!