Peal back my skin, Tear through my ribs. Find my heart(Rotting, rotting, rotting)Inside me after all.
I want to feel something Other then pain, Other then loss. Something that doesnt make me rot
i could have been something, and my bones achewith a destiny denied.
Your mouth is a gun And each I LOVE YOU Is a bullet, reminding meThat im alive.
And is it love that shakes My bones, Or lack of it?
She falls to quick,And she falls to hard.And the world wont careWhen she falls apart.
her body is a battleground for her anxiety and she knowsthat she's not winning anymore.