These slow songs crawl
under my skin, and itch
where you once kissed me
I’d try to make it stop
But I admit
I’m only as strong as I
convince myself that day
I’m made of steel
I’m made, of paper
that dissolves, to pulp, when wet
And lately, I feel like, my tears do the job
I’m falling apart when you’re not there…
I’d like to be, resilient, in the way
No one can make you be
That you become yourself
I’d like to be, as happy, as you once
Dared to make me when you took my hand
Cast me away, you wouldn’t have…
So play it off as old news, I don’t belong to you
I don’t know if I .. belong anywhere, actually
But don’t you dare say
I gave you away
You, were for me, the best in myself
Don’t let nostalgia
turn me a fool
I guess I’m already far gone
Don’t let your fears
cloud your hearing
No one else is calling my name
Except me….
[One day]
That will be enough.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
These slow songs crawl
under my skin, and itch
where you once kissed me
I’d try to make it stop
But I admit
I’m only as strong as I
convince myself that day
I’m made of steel
I’m made, of paper
that dissolves, to pulp, when wet
And lately, I feel like, my tears do the job
I’m falling apart when you’re not there…
I’d like to be, resilient, in the way
No one can make you be
That you become yourself
I’d like to be, as happy, as you once
Dared to make me when you took my hand
Cast me away, you wouldn’t have…
So play it off as old news, I don’t belong to you
I don’t know if I .. belong anywhere, actually
But don’t you dare say
I gave you away
You, were for me, the best in myself
Don’t let nostalgia
turn me a fool
I guess I’m already far gone
Don’t let your fears
cloud your hearing
No one else is calling my name
Except me….
[One day]
That will be enough.