How could you forget I’m standing with my back against the wall?
Maybe someday I will find that one thing that makes me feel how I want to feel.
The darkness rises once more…
The snake behind me hisses what my disadvantage could be,
The blood before me opens up my heart again, and I feel this coming over like a storm again
- Considerately.
I’ll hold myself together with rubber bands and chewing gum
- Skinned up knees and soft lips.
Don’t believe everything you hear.
