" And you asked me to open up my walls to all of this , but I tried , with fingers broken ," - Scope Of All This Rebuilding
I pause in the storm
The silence is screaming
I break for you -
This is how the story goes
Written in between the lines of these pages
Yet all they want is between half past 11 and midnight
There's something to be said about a story unread
Maybe she's missing some pages ........
Some say there's love
I say there's fairy tales
I say fuck
Maybe I broke this type writer
Maybe I'm invisible
He writes at midnight
He says I'm beautiful
I say he's beautiful
What's your story
We both have our walls he says
Fingers bleeding
It's cold outside
I'll let you in
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