where are the arms when I'm falling?
did i really say that out loud?
at least these words aren't inside of me
suffering the life
it belongs to
go away and leave me be
i want the quiet to heal me
do you understand the chaos
in a mind that does not speak?
maybe tomorrow they will vanish
but today they're too heavy
and my backbone turns weak
how can I be a backbone?
when my own is fragile?
i want it
for you to hold me on days the sun shines
that way
i'll have the strength
to hold you back on rainy days
