I told myself I would be alright
He's bad for me
He always was a bad one,
Stealing hearts and crushing them
But I was to restless
To understand that he hurt young hearts
I told myself I would be alright
Now I realize,
He was just a killer
I told myself I would be alright
But I'm laying here,
With no pulse
From bleeding out
YOU ARE READING
Stitch my heart
PuisiIt can hurt you, people I mean. You can hurt your self. But someone must fix you. You can try but you must Mende, stitch, and love again.