And if your heart wears thin, I will hold you up
I've been rolling my shoulders and shifting in my seat all day as if my skin is too tight and I need to shed it to fit into something new, something that fits perfectly and can accomodate this new me. I have every intention of finding a stone to rub against, to split the flesh and grow into a fresh pink coat. I will be laying my heart on the line, tearing my chest open and showing him all of my cards, because I can't function like this. Images have been popping into my head ever since he said he was with her, and they leave me winded, and I can't deal with that for much longer. To whatever higher power is listening, please let this go well. I am ready to shoulder the pain of confessing my feelings to him, but that can't be any worse than this feeling in my chest, like a balloon weighed down.
I will split my flesh, shed my skin to make room for this raw and brand new me. The only question is, will he wrap me up in him, or leave me in the cold?
I will split my flesh, shed my skin to make room for this raw and brand new me. The only question is, will he wrap me up in him, or leave me in the cold?