Say It to my face, at least your forget what you said, but I’ll remember like I do. Cling to those words torn apart by you. You break me down and swing me round until I’m back to where I started.
Never an unkind word, just jokes like I do. I’ve grown a back bone, what do you want me to do? talk back at the top of my lungs?
Like arrows going through me, I don’t quite heal the same. New skin doesn’t cover up what was torn apart.