Eliza Shaddad Your Core
Sometimes I wait in my shower
I wait for the fear to wash away
I press my hands into the glass
I wish I was not yet awake
I wish I
But I'm a silly tired little girl
Who's only ever wanting more
Can't you see how good you have it?
Does it never reach your core?
Your core
Sometimes I wait in my shower
I wait for the fear to wash away
I press my hands into the glass
I wish I was not yet awake
