Like if my skin melted & all my bones, my heart would still be real.
But the glue i use is breaking.
The shards too small for faking. Sometimes i wonder why be me, because its all ill ever be.
My hands are shaking,
And if i could be so bold,
maybe you just prefer me cold.
Guess its just a mess from here.
Id ask, but fear what id hear.
Because, maybe you complete me.
You could be loving me so sweetly.
But instead you hide.
So i keep what i feel inside.
And just keep rolling like my tears -
just thought there was something special here.