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.