I’m carrying my heart, but it’s made of stone
I’m carrying my heart but my heart is made of stone
Okay, gay chicken.
For a long time, it was just me and him. Now, everything’s changed.
Well, he needs to learn to adjust.
We came from a life, Where the world stabs us in the chest and leaves us for dead. Crying in the ditch, begging for a hand to reach out to. Instead, we get forgotten and passed on by. I know your suffering, and you understand mine. We loved and lost. We’re the same you and I.