You tell me to grow a back bone
When mine is paper thin.
From every word you say to me
Is deeply engraved within.
Each word draws it closer
To caving right on in.
It’s the words you say
That break me, from deep within my skin.
Xoxo
my life through the words I write
You tell me to grow a back bone
When mine is paper thin.
From every word you say to me
Is deeply engraved within.
Each word draws it closer
To caving right on in.
It’s the words you say
That break me, from deep within my skin.
Xoxo