I wanna cry ‘til it's gone
I wanna cry out the knives in my back,
the hands that took, the love that lied,
the nights I sat alone, talking to ghosts,
waiting for someone who never arrived.
I wanna cry out this misfit skin,
this feeling of being too much, yet never enough,
too wild to hold, too strange to stay,
always the one that's best alone
always the one that loves you more
A broken thing always trying
to glue my pieces back together
While everyone just walks around me
Asking for your company was too much
Asking for a gentle touch
It's ironic I got broken cause I was too good
To leave untouched










