Recuperation (3 ratings) by Scott Henderson
Closed for repair, I can't let you in
So don'y come back again
Keep my feet beneath the sky
Resting on the bed I Lie
Please don't touch me. It feels like a push
Broken from overuse
Wrapped in myself, it's safer this way
Forgetting yesterday
Breathe heavily and anticipate what's to be
That's when you get me
Sick of the truth, comfort me with some lies
Before we kiss goodbye
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