Maybe he’s one of the good guys, isn’t he?
Maybe he won’t cut me open like the rest did.
Maybe he does see me beyond my chaos and all the thoughts that run wild that cause me to collapse under the weight of my own lungs.
Just, maybe.
Maybe he’s one of the good guys, isn’t he?
Maybe he won’t cut me open like the rest did.
Maybe he does see me beyond my chaos and all the thoughts that run wild that cause me to collapse under the weight of my own lungs.
Just, maybe.
She Was Sea 