This Year

In my home there is peace all the pieces inside me do as they should
Roof over head books on the shelf no hardwood floors but food in the cupboard
In my home there is peace all of the pieces inside me do as they should
Roof over head books on the shelf no hardwood floors but food in the cupboard
Yet every year another young body breaks
Find myself in the corner at a funeral
Tiе too tight, emptyhanded, locked knees, long starе
Avoiding eye contact with childhood friends
Every year another young body breaks
Find myself in the corner at a funeral
Tie too tight, emptyhanded, locked knees, long stare
Avoiding eye contact with childhood friends
This year will be different I swear