Take something, talk to someone, or your cries for help
mean nothing.
We write it on our wrists, mark our skin, the things we

don't wanna forget.

And you were wrong when you said it was all just broken

hearts.
And you were wrong when you said it would never catch up.
whose arms I am sleeping in,

I'll never be okay

Don't you think I'd change if I could? Every day is a new

sinking feeling.
I want to be able to say it simply just hurts and the
walls close in and I can't feel a thing.


And we build walls to feel less alone.