I always took what I could with you; some things I know were wrong.
All the times I mourned for you, but you weren’t even gone.
Something lacking, never found.
I hid away most of my heart.
I wore a mask, you weren’t around to see me torn apart.
I got hand-me-down shirts, pants, and shoes.
And I got hand-me-down love from you.
I hid away all my tears; you didn’t ask, I never told.
Was it assumed all would be forgotten when I was old?
Black sheep, fifth wheel, odd one out,
Yours are apples and oranges are mine.
All emotions concealed. Raised to back down.
My only comfort inside of my mind.
I got hand-me-down shirts, pants, and shoes.
And I got hand-me-down love from you.
Sometimes I think I’d like to take it all back,
But I’m a product of all of my woes.
Always remember it could have been worse,
Sometimes that’s just how it goes.
I got hand-me-down shirts, pants, and shoes.
And I got hand-me-down love from you.
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