I feel like I’m being dragged on the dirty, cracked, and uneven floor by this love.
The way you pull my emotions like this I must not be real.
I hear the joy come from your lips again.
Oh, guys are happy aren’t you but why am I not.
I feel as though your love is suffocating me someone times I can’t breathe.
This loves it’s dragging me like I am a glass doll.
I don’t know when or how long I can hold on to you before I break.
I’ll shatter on this floor I’m always looking down on.
Maybe it’s pretty this way.