Tears burn my skin like acid
But my body is numb
I'm finding myself on fire
Yet my cold soul still persists
Is this how the day will end?
Me, yelling
Me, crying
Me, in shambles
I don't want you see me like this
I wished you hadn't
. . .
You say angels don't cry, so why do I?
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
Tears burn my skin like acid
But my body is numb
I'm finding myself on fire
Yet my cold soul still persists
Is this how the day will end?
Me, yelling
Me, crying
Me, in shambles
I don't want you see me like this
I wished you hadn't
. . .
You say angels don't cry, so why do I?
. . .
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