I can’t call tonight,
If I do, you’ll hear it.
The crack in my voice,
Where the pain hides,
I’m aching to tell you,
All of the skeletons I have,
Yet the only words that reach,
They just say, “I’m fine.”
I can’t call tonight,
If I do, you’ll hear it.
The crack in my voice,
Where the pain hides,
I’m aching to tell you,
All of the skeletons I have,
Yet the only words that reach,
They just say, “I’m fine.”
Bohotea 