“The bones.. they served me well.”
I won’t pretend you’re what you used to be.
I can see the cracks. I can feel the weight where strength once lived easily.
Through it all, you stayed.
I Bow Before What Is Left Of Me
Autonom@uz – /ôˈtänəməs/
Autonom@uz – /ôˈtänəməs/
“The bones.. they served me well.”
I won’t pretend you’re what you used to be.
I can see the cracks. I can feel the weight where strength once lived easily.
Through it all, you stayed.