The Shadows I Call Home by Basia Bulat
Take something, talk to someone, or your cries for help
We write it on our wrists, mark our skin, the things we
Don't wanna forget.
And you were wrong when you said it was all just broken
And you were wrong when you said it would never catch up.
And you said no matter where I go from here, no matter
Whose arms I am sleeping in,
I'll never be okay
Don't you think I'd change if I could? Every day is a new
I want to be able to say it simply just hurts and the
Walls close in and I can't feel a thing.
And we build walls to feel less alone.