Let me wrap myself beneath the blanket
As it would've felt, I become the perfect punching bag
Let me wrap myself beneath the fabric
As it would've felt, I become the perfect punching bag
Pretty dresses never saw much in me
I'm not made to be a pageant queen
I have grown to understand it was never mean
Simply meant, just simply meant to be
Let me wrap myself beneath the blanket
As it would've felt, I become the perfect punching bag
Let me wrap myself beneath the fabric
As it would've felt, I become the perfect punching bag
My best attributes are best hidden
In a place which is forbidden
Keep me hurt if it means I'm kept
For a veil, deep bruising I'll accept
Let me wrap myself beneath the blanket
As it would've felt, I become the perfect punching bag
Let me wrap myself beneath the fabric
As it would've felt, I become the perfect punching bag
Let me wrap myself beneath the blanket
As it would've felt, I become the perfect punching bag
Let me wrap myself beneath the fabric
As it would've felt, I become the perfect punching bag
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.
