On the beach you asked me,
What the scars are on my wrists were from,
and i told you being clumsy,
and you laughed, and later.
You knew the truth,
You asked, how i'd fallen inlove with you,
and i told you, being clumsy,
You just laughed.
But tonight,
I have blades in my back pockets,
and a rope in my fists, and im finally gonna end this,
I'm gonna kick over a stool,
Because im clumsy,
and you're going to laugh at me.
© ~Anonymous
