i. This world is breaking my spine and I'm

not sure I can stand up for what I believe in anymore.

 

ii. I only had the courage to ignore your incoming

call because I felt your sadness through my ringtone.

 

iii. My heart has been beaten and bruised and

I've cut my jacket's sleeve so my heart won't have a home

there anymore.

 

iv. And I understand why it's the size of a fist,

it never learned to fight so it might as well beat itself

up while it can.

 

v. My fists aren't good for fighting, but with every

beat in my heart against my ribcage I can hear my bones

hum to the tune of life.