I hold on
I say it with my chest when you're all that I have left
And I hold true
I'm not asking you to change just to see my point of view
And I know
And memories
Laundromats and snowberry and the faint smell of concrete
And I can see
The way you take the world in through
Cultural understanding
And I believe
We can learn to love each other if we had the proper planning
But I feel
And we will bleed
It's only through the violence that we can find our proper beauty
And things fall apart
Waiting for these calluses to mend my broken heart
So won't feel
And I fall down
Realize I gave up before my body hit the ground
And on the street
Rain hits the sidewalk leaving the faint smell of concrete
Reckless love
And endless greed
Build upon
Such shallow things
You puppeteer
You pull the strings
And peel away
The thoughts we bring
Asking what I
Ment to you
Just brings back
That bitter truth
Of being
Neck deep
In concrete