arms

In your arms, your arms, your arms

I feel unappreciated

In your arms, your arms, your arms

I feel unappreciated

In your arms, in your arms, in your arms

In your arms, in your arms, in your arms

I feel like there's problems that I got left haning around

There is issues from my childhood, teenage year that I keep and hide

They come up, come down but never seem to stay

Why random things trigger me fill me up with tears hidden deep inside

I thought I was past this over this, but they always seem to find a way back