Unless you carve it out for exhibition
Then they marvel at the beauty of it
Admiring the monument of your withered spirit
Prized among a gallery of broken hearts
Unless you carve it out for exhibition
Then they marvel at the beauty of it
Admiring the monument of your withered spirit
Prized among a gallery of broken hearts
I can feel it being crushed against my bones
It isn’t shaped like others, it’s shaped worse
Maybe it’s not a heart at all, but the closest approximation I could manage
I can feel it being crushed against my bones
It isn’t shaped like others, it’s shaped worse
Maybe it’s not a heart at all, but the closest approximation I could manage
Waves crashing against my mind
Twisting and pulling me erratically
Filling my chest with murky brine
Lungs squeezing painfully for air
I am alone at sea
Lost and scared
Waves crashing against my mind
Twisting and pulling me erratically
Filling my chest with murky brine
Lungs squeezing painfully for air
I am alone at sea
Lost and scared