I won’t fall because you try to grab me and pull me down, but I’ll still reach out for you in your time of need in order to bring you back ..it’s up to you to grab my hand for help or to amputate me
I’ll pretend like I don’t care just to protect my heart… but these are only childish attempts really. I still feel the burn of tears trying to escape. I try to sing through my fears and hold onto my imaginary happiness. Anything to keep me alive, moving forward, and looking up.