Jaded heartstrings,
playing my fight song.
If only my pieces would shatter,
than I would have a reason to come back together.
But instead I walk through shame and pointed fingers.
I bathe in the downpour of dissapointment.
After all, I know I can never make you proud.
Get a good look at this face, I was a mistake from the get-go.
[I've heard those words, over and over]
Even when I try to stand up straight and walk away,
I just fall right over. [your glare pushes me over, your intent keeps me there]
When I try to speak a word, you shut my lips and downplay your lack of innocence.
As I drown in all of this...











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