Tired, Young Hearts

We think that all we have is scraped skin
Bent wishes
Broken hearts
But I'm telling you, we're wrong
We think that all we are is who we've been
Tired souls
Bleeding scars
But our lives are long

We think we're nothing but tears on silver spoons
Writing songs
In hotel rooms
But I'm telling you, we're more
We think we're trapped behind bolted doors
Marble walls
Frozen tombs
But I'm telling you, we'll soar

This is us
We're a couple of tired, young hearts
We're broken and bruised
But that's fine
Because we still know how to smile in the dark
And once we find the pieces of ourselves
We'll r u n  a g a i n 

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Sorry for being such a terrible blogger this month! Life's been craziness. I've been working on a little surprise for you guys though, so stay tuned!!