So I can do what I need
And not cry because it's home,
But sing because I'm freed.
You lock it up.
You let it go.
When this gets rough
You let me sink so low
Too low to cry
This blood, this knife
My only high.
You love but you don't understand
Because I am not who you see.
You are not strong, but you are a man.
For you pretend it's all over
And you can't keep your promises to me.
And you can't keep your promises to me.
That's too sad.
ReplyDeleteI’ve been following and enjoying your blog for a while now and would like to invite you to visit and perhaps follow me back. Sorry I took so long for the invitation.