• weakness

    by  • October 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Moving On, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    I tried to help you once
    Against my own advice
    I saw you going down
    But you never realized
    That you’re drowning in the water
    So I offered you my hand
    Compassions in my nature
    Tonight is our last stand

    I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
    My weakness is that I care too much
    And our scars remind us that the past is real
    I tear my heart open just to feel

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