i've been afraid for a while
that one day
you're not gonna return my smile
not that i believe
you could be that hostile
but what if
one day
your view of me shifts
like the curve of your lips
your affection turns into rejection
you're gonna look at me
like the scrape on your bloody knees
with pain and disgust
i'm worth less than specs of dust
you're gonna see that i'm silent,
shattered and sharp
like pieces of broken glass
you have given me the sun
but in the end i'll always
be withered grass
you're gonna look at me
like needle tips
cigarette stumps
in the blocks that you pass
and it all makes me feel
like dying in a car crash
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