Phenix

Burn Me

Like the red of my skin

On the end of a matchstick

The scares, scrapes, and blisters

Still can’t compare to the hurt

In my tears..

 

I’ve heard enough bad news

Felt uncomfortable pain

Humbled myself to nothing

Giving myself away

 

Now I want me back

After its said and done

A new day open new doors

Others take care of you

So I’m theirs too..

 

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