I store stress in my bones
And I can feel myself getting older
Because of it.
I just don't know any other way
To live,
But please help me.
I'm too young to die.
My body creaks
And this old house just isn't
What it used to be.
There are things inside of me
That go bump in the night.
My demons I let escape
To destroy what's left of me.
All I want
Is what I need.
Fix me.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
I store stress in my bones
And I can feel myself getting older
Because of it.
I just don't know any other way
To live,
But please help me.
I'm too young to die.
My body creaks
And this old house just isn't
What it used to be.
There are things inside of me
That go bump in the night.
My demons I let escape
To destroy what's left of me.
All I want
Is what I need.
Fix me.
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