Bones
CHRIS MILLER JACOBIE
When my skin is done
Or my sickness fills the air
In my silent final prayer
My heart is yours
If your body creeks
And your broken bones are fears
No matter the years
My heart is yours
And I know I'll break down
And I know that you will crumble
But part of me's unending hear it say
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I do
