I'll begin to remember to be alive
So if you don't mind
I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve,
'Cause I'm tired of not being able to breathe.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
I just ...
Why me? Why? I am out of here the second I get the chance. Everything has just tore me open, every thought explodes frustration and rage built up. Im tired of how everyone acts, thinks, behaves, pretends, and hides about everything. I'm tired of not being able to breathe. When will it stop? God just hear my cry, my plea and just HELP ME!
All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
When it's the same old word giving me the spark....