Everytime I start to speak, my thoughts are seen as bullets;
And you feel the need to raise your shields, closing yourself in it,
Not knowing your closed ears are like closed fists holding the grenades;
And so we sleep it off and wake up to the next day like a war did not happen,
Yeah, it did not.
There was no war, no arguments, but I was still left in pieces.
JesBeHappy 