I used to brave the storm, holding your hand
Riding your back through ferocious wind and makeshift plans
I used to brave the storm but it's pulling me in
Pulling me apart, breaking my heart, and making me sin
Sin, sin
I used to trust the ocean with my secrets
Taking seashells home, speaking in hushed tones became my weakness
I used to trust the ocean with my life
Sitting in rising tides, trying to empathise 'cause I also like to cry
Cry, cry
I used to hate the dark, I used to run away
Toward any light, give up every fight, I know when I'm beaten
I used to hate the dark, now it's where I'll stay
Avoiding the bright and enclosed tightly where there's no space for breathing
I know when I'm beaten, beaten
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
