Between the Trees:Words

This night, this night’s just like the rest.
These same thoughts just running through my head.
The same reckless phrase with a different face.
They say, they say that I am worthless
But I’m not listening.
I swear, and yet.

Round round they spin like a record now.
Same false hopes built to be broke down.
Around and around, I’m falling down, again.

Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
This feels the same.
Complications in different situations.
I am holding out for love.
Is it worth it to die a little each day
All for unseen grace.

Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words are breaking down now.

I would say, where I’ve been to where I am,
It is worth it his grace.
When all else fades, you can see it, his face.
So now…

Round, round they spin like a record now.
Same false hopes built to be broke down.
These thoughts were meant to be broke down. (x 12)

Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words are breaking down now.

It’s all for hope again.