What’s left of someone you used to know.
The way they used to hold me,
compliment me, tell me they loved me, it’s all still there, it will never leave.
It’s embroidered in me.
They way they hit me, threw
insults so easily, brought me down any chance they could. It’s all still there, it will never leave.
It’s embroidered in me.
1:I love being around you, your presence always improves my mood.
You:
thank you2: you’re a
waste of space, your presence is a bother and burden.
You:
I’m sorryIt stay’s with you forever, embroidered in you.