It's like I am walking on broken glass, My feet hurt and my body aches yet I keep walking because it feels so good. The mascara runs down my face, as the rain catches in my curls and lashes to look at you. The touch of your skin nails on a chalk board so chilling with the right amount of good. Dry and parched my words to say something smooth,To catch you and hang on with a cling I wish you knew,Something would click lightning would crack and with courage I would just to kiss you.
