King’s Men
I’m not breaking
I’m already there
A shell of what I used to be
I put on a mask
But when it’s silent and it’s only me
The mask shatters too
I’m broken and what are the king’s men to do
I fade away into my thoughts
But to be honest I don’t know what’s worse
Having the thoughts or just being numb
I loose feeling sometimes
But who cares
Hurt me once
Hurt me twice and then a third
Probably deserved it
I could cry but what’s the point
I’m already broken
So what’s the king’s men to do
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