Some days, nothing takes the pain away.
Nothing drives anxiety out the window,
Nothing makes words overheard dissipate.
Words written across my skin, or a scarf around my wrist
Won't keep my fears away.
I want to be buried
under a cold mound of dirt
or in pair of solid arms.
Either one will do.
Nothing drives anxiety out the window,
Nothing makes words overheard dissipate.
Words written across my skin, or a scarf around my wrist
Won't keep my fears away.
I want to be buried
under a cold mound of dirt
or in pair of solid arms.
Either one will do.