Maggie

You’ve never heard of getting down. You’ve never really heard of this. Your mind will work against you and your body follows. There’s nothing wrong. There’s nothing good, nothing good can come of this
So here we are again and if you need it, know if it hurts you it hurts me too. Too much, too much to tell you
Those bruises on your chest, how did they get there? Why won’t they go away? Those bruises on your legs, are telling me a story
There’s an open book, without any words. An open mind, and now it’s so absurd. Being beautiful is not indestructible baby. If it, if it hurts you it hurts me too. Too much, too much to tell you
The truth, I know, it hurts
If it hurts you it hurts me too. Too much, too much to tell you