And you know, it hurts...but I'll live another tomorrow... |
Does it hurt when you think about me and how broken I am...? |
Just roll up my sleeve |
My pillow is now covered |
I wish to hold my angel boy; |
I don't think I can take another fall, so I'll hold it inside... |
I'm tied up now, in my plastic mask, and I think I'm locked in this smile forever... |
It's just one of those times where I wish I could cry, and every minute, something happens and makes me want to even more. |
And like a snake, one day it grasped me and bit. |