Wednesday, August 3
I don't know your face, no more
I don't know your thoughts these days
We're strangers in, an empty space
I don't understand your heart
It's easier, to be apart
We might as well be strangers, in another town
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So I let down my guard, drop my defences, down by my clothes
I'm learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow
I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily
Anyone who, can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you
Anyone who, can reach you, can love you, or leave you
