You were born on a leap year Fill in the gaps Spinning gears keep catching your cracks Skipping teeth Keep calling you back Telling stories pretending they're fact Let me go, too unstable to wane Chewing wildflowers to numb the pain
Cut the lines, you'll be fine But if you break when I break, will you carry me away? Will you fall on your blade just to hear when I'm saying I can't?
You came out, started bruising Find it tough to admit when you're losing Oh, what should I think? Carefully crafted commercial disaster They take what you're after to get what they want out of you
Cut the lines, you'll be fine But if you break when I break, will you carry me away? Will you fall on your blade just to hear when I'm saying I can't?
Dissociate from touch You're tilting to pull the others with you Posed Shakespearean skull, we see in different pictures You play the imperial Stealing the power to waste away You took the comfort from the lights in her soul Projected map of the body: It's crass, abject, colonial You passed, disease presented to you at birth Held underwater, told to scream your self-worth It wasn't good enough Entrust the secrets to the backs of your arms Killing the self as to protect it from harm
"What would you do if someone hurt your best friend's feelings to the point where they become insane?" "I would say something that made them stop, or I would just text him and try not to let the bully touch them, just try to block them from doing that. If I got punched, that's okay because, it's not okay because, I would try and get the other person safe, cause I was only in the middle of it. But I would try and help somebody not get hurt"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
