My Hands

My hands show my age
They ask to be repaid
But when I left today
My hands lashed out in distain and it remains the same

I'm afraid to show all of my atrocities
When your eyes look down and see the monsters attached to me
And it remains the same

My hands show my age
They ask to be repaid
But when I left today
My hands lashed out in distain and it remains the same

A small box and gloves to hide the little man inside of me
The signals turn red but there's no train in my vicinity
My friends found out about my hands and were afraid of me
I've never looked older youth is lost with hands like these
And it remains the same



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Craig
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