White Flag
It's a long road for an old soul
Battling with their own mind
I don't know when I'll go
How do they know it's before my time?
I'm living on the edge between bad and worse
Wondering who would find my body first
Hiding by the wall, tired of it all
Feeling sick and feeling small
Wondering when this pain will end
And I can be myself again
They assume if I'm breathing it can't be that bad
They choose to ignore the only signs they ever had
It's cold out and right now
I don't know how much more I can tolerate
They say it should be easy
But every little thing is killing me
I'm living on the edge between bad and worse
Wondering who would find my body first
Hiding by the wall, tired of it all
Feeling sick and feeling small
Wondering when this pain will end
And I can be myself again
They assume if I'm breathing it can't be that bad
They choose to ignore the only signs they ever had
Just pick up the pieces, it's not broken just bleeding
Is it real or is it art, this mosaic of my heart?
It's been so many years since I dipped my toes over the edge
Clenching a bloody fist, praying for the end
I stood there, white flag in hand
They chose to ignore the only signs they ever had
Battling with their own mind
I don't know when I'll go
How do they know it's before my time?
I'm living on the edge between bad and worse
Wondering who would find my body first
Hiding by the wall, tired of it all
Feeling sick and feeling small
Wondering when this pain will end
And I can be myself again
They assume if I'm breathing it can't be that bad
They choose to ignore the only signs they ever had
It's cold out and right now
I don't know how much more I can tolerate
They say it should be easy
But every little thing is killing me
I'm living on the edge between bad and worse
Wondering who would find my body first
Hiding by the wall, tired of it all
Feeling sick and feeling small
Wondering when this pain will end
And I can be myself again
They assume if I'm breathing it can't be that bad
They choose to ignore the only signs they ever had
Just pick up the pieces, it's not broken just bleeding
Is it real or is it art, this mosaic of my heart?
It's been so many years since I dipped my toes over the edge
Clenching a bloody fist, praying for the end
I stood there, white flag in hand
They chose to ignore the only signs they ever had
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Writer(s): Ioana Fronea
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