Take something, talk to someone, or your cries for help mean nothing. We write it on our wrists, mark our skin, the things we don't wanna forget.
And you were wrong when you said it was all just broken hearts. And you were wrong when you said it would never catch up. And you said no matter where I go from here, no matter whose arms I am sleeping in, I'll never be okay
Don't you think I'd change if I could? Every day is a new sinking feeling. I want to be able to say it simply just hurts and the walls close in and I can't feel a thing.
And we build walls to feel less alone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
