phi-ehj

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the one broken Sometimes I wonder if I'm the one at fault Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with the way I am Sometimes I wonder if those looks they gave me are proof that I'm broken Sometimes I wonder if the words that spilled from my lips are signs that I'm different Sometimes I wonder if these fingers I use to dance around are the ones that make me broken Sometimes I wonder if the silent howls from my lips are justifying who I am Sometimes I wonder if people know that I can hear them Acid whispers in the cold wind Sometimes I wonder if it's fair that I'm broken Most of the time I wish my wor