I hide my face.
I hide my face with disgrace.
Why?
...
Giving up and letting go
Are not the same things.
Because giving up
...
When I die
Don't come to my grave.
And sit there for hours
Telling me
...
They crawl underneath your skin
And beg to be let in.
They build up your spine
And crumble with each
...
Words Hurt More Than Broken Bones
I hide my face.
I hide my face with disgrace.
Why?
Because with just one phrase,
One phrase is all it took
To make me not even want to look.
They say sticks and stones break your bones
And that their words don't hurt.
But broken bones don't hurt more
Than the words you can be told.
Words are cold.
We pretend to be bold.
But at the end of the day,
We don't know
Who we are
Or what we hold.