Stones

Verse one: Picture perfect scene, and yet you’re still glued to that small screen.

You laughed, you joked, not knowing how your actions made me choke.

6 feet under, but wish it were twelve— thinking back on the time, oh how my heart wished you well.

(Soft string build up)

Chorus: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words hurt the most.

Everythin’ that I’ve built to this moment is crumbling under your tone.

Am I someone who’s nothing to you,

Try to hide— but you can’t kill the truth.

Verse two: stumbling cause I can’t see, your mood so eruptive it ruins all proceeds.

I cried and I cloaked, that last bit you once called ‘me’.

The further you pulled, the farther I fell— yet I stayed in hopes that someday it’ll end that hell.

Bridge: So be polite and let me go. Don’t let me choke.

Chorus: Sticks and stones may break my bone but your words hurt the most.

Everythin’ that I’ve built to this moment is crumbling under your tone.

Am I someone who’s nothing to you,

Try to hide— but you can’t kill the truth.