Is it ironic to think that
I might just be coming to terms with,
The direction in which I'm going?
Now my words aren't just fragments
Of promises, I'm too afraid to keep.
Pull me apart,
Wonder what I could have been.
Pull me apart,
After all, I'm already wearing thin.
Leave me out to dry,
I want to stay outside.
Don't let me in.
I'll make a blanket out of stars,
For my body belongs,
To the night.
Pull me apart,
Wonder what I could have been.
Pull me apart,
After all, I'm already wearing thin.
Pull me limb from limb,
Stretch me to my furthest point of breaking.
Peel away my skin,
'Till all of the flesh and bone is showing.
(Stitch me up, I've come undone.
I am scarred, these wounds are proof.)
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