Immature You lash out you hurt those around you Unfeeling You lash out you shut out those around you Insensitive You lash out you break the hearts of those around you Weak You lash out you burden those around you
When I see you these days It's not as if I don't feel you Because I still feel you In everything I touch That doesn't feel me in return When I touched you I felt it through the knots on my back and the cilia on my lungs that have been singed off by smoke And when you touch me these days what I feel most is all the scars on my body bursting open
Like a plaster: Lay it on. If you mess things up again, there's more where that came from. It's a small comfort for a short time But when you take it away, It hurts.
