Stitches in my heart bleeds
With ail, pain in my heart pleads for peace.
See my heart’s not made of steel,
I’m only human.
It aches to be soothed and,
itches to be smoothed.
So smoothly that its mended.
Ain’t got no more room for stretch marks.
Stitches in my heart ain’t stitching up,
I can’t find peace; my heart’s in pieces
and it’s drowning in its own pool of blood.
If you ain’t no healer,
don’t promise to be the pillar,
Of its strength,
cause my heart is not made of steel.
It ain’t hardened and tempered
in high flammable flames
I ask you to not steal it.
My heart is sick and I’m tired.