Medicine

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Never got that callback

 But you have been busy

 Understandable 

On nights that standings hardest though 

Wish you could of helped me hold on 

Now my hands are rope burnt and tied up 

I'm escaping in my dreams

 I always keep my eyes shut

 I remember fairy tales 

What does growing up entail 

Well I opened up my sails 

And now I'm standing in some waves 

Slowly drowning in my illness tell my demons to behave 

Living in a cage of glass for breaking 

But my muscles sore and bruising 

And my fists violently shaking

 So forsaken 

Wish I was the only one 

Drop that medicine

 Don't let go of that love

 You have always been enough

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