Every time I open this book
I'm lost for words to write
I have so much to say
But for some reason my brain won't let it out
It's almost as if my heart is scared to see
How broken it is on paper
4. I am tired
Every time I open this book
I'm lost for words to write
I have so much to say
But for some reason my brain won't let it out
It's almost as if my heart is scared to see
How broken it is on paper