got to you part 2
I crave the touch that is strong
Holds me against the wall
It lets me know when I am wrong
In order to not let me fall
Hands around my neck with the intention
Held up in big arms – safe and ready
What comes next I won’t mention
Fast and Hard // slow and steady
But you? Your ribs are so weak
If I dragged my fingertips across them like strings
They would simply break
It doesn’t bring me pleasure to say these things
But you’re weak, you’re lost, fading away
I’m stronger, focused, and standing tall
There’s no joy in killing the weak they say
Letting you limp away free is the right call
