jaemie

Thank you to Jaemie,
for leaving your door open,
letting me sleep on your sofa,
when I had no one.

You never asked me to explain myself,
you just knew i was in Hell and you helped,
you just knew I was in Hell and you helped,
you just knew I was in Hell and you helped.

15 going on 40, outsider seemed like the only one who felt this life was nothing like
California dreaming.

Too young to swallow the heartache,
too numb to notice my pain, but somehow
I still felt the pain.

And I, could have cried,
but instead I learned to lie.
And I, could have died, even tried a couple times.

Thank you to Jaemie,
for leaving your door open,
letting me sleep on your sofa,
when I had no one.

You never asked me to explain myself,
you just knew i was in Hell and you helped,
you just knew I was in Hell and you helped,
you just knew I was in Hell and you helped

I've never been someone,
who knew how to cry for help.
I'd just sit in silence,
and learn how to hate myself.
I'm always sneaking in the back door
when the party's over, the only place that I felt safe was lying on that sofa.
I never had somewhere to call my own
that felt like home.

Thank you to Jaemie,
for leaving your door open,
letting me sleep on your sofa,
when I had no one.

You never asked me to explain myself,
you just knew i was in Hell and you helped,
you just knew I was in Hell and you helped,
you just knew I was in Hell and you helped