she's got this journal filled with all her black ink guilt and love is the only thing keeping her alive she's got her mind made up that all she needs is love her heart is the only thing helping her decide to breathe again, to breathe again
and when she's tired she doesn't sleep a week since I've seen her eat She's skin and bones, she's beautiful I wish I could help her see she means the world to me But the world, it doesn't mean much to her
I'll be there to split your lips like when the ice berg hits and the ship has to break apart
she's got this journal filled with all her black ink guilt and love is the only thing keeping her alive she's got her mind made up that all she needs is love she'll breathe again, again More from Too Sorry for Apologies