Am I Your Nothing?
These bruises aren't from beatings,
She said, you won't see them
These cracks are from falling on my face,
when you failed to catch me
One with the cement,
I became
People walk all over me,
with dirty shoes
Its a Tuesday morning,
she mutters, signing the paper,
I will become one with the cement
finally
She said, you won't see them
These cracks are from falling on my face,
when you failed to catch me
One with the cement,
I became
People walk all over me,
with dirty shoes
Its a Tuesday morning,
she mutters, signing the paper,
I will become one with the cement
finally