cold.
lets pretend i dont exist.
my heart is not worth holding.
who do i turn to now?
there's no quick exit, and no other person to bury my heartbreak in.
two boys after you, and im forced to feel what i wouldnt let myself feel.
the boys (my heart medication, as it were) are gone.
now i have to stand cold, and let myself heal.
i still think i need stitches.
my heart is not worth holding.
who do i turn to now?
there's no quick exit, and no other person to bury my heartbreak in.
two boys after you, and im forced to feel what i wouldnt let myself feel.
the boys (my heart medication, as it were) are gone.
now i have to stand cold, and let myself heal.
i still think i need stitches.