l don't know how to tell you that I'm broken,
without feeling needy
I don't know how to open up
without feeling judged.
I don't know how to cry
when my tears feel like acid.
I just need you to see that I'm hurting
without me telling you.
Because my words are bleeding out of my mouth, waiting for you.
Just so you can stitch me up and make me fine, alouthough, I know that's your job and you're better off with me.
I just need you to see me one last lime.