The softies

Splintered hands

The softies
maybe you tried but i know better
than to hear your side
i'd feel better if maybe you cried too
eyes teary and sore
i'm ringing the bell and i know you
hear it but i can't tell if you're
laughing or crying you hide it so well
you've done this before

with splintered hands
i keep knocking on your door

you offer your help but i don't want it
keep it to yourself i'd rather die than
do that again
i've made that mistake before
you just stand there you see i'm
bleeding all over but i don't care
i'm used to this there's broken glass
everywhere i'm cold and sore

with splintered hands
i keep knocking on your door

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