Love? Is that what you call this infatuation?
A meaningless word in a world of actions.
Show me that you love me, hold me close.
Take my hand when I'm weak, give me some of the power you hold inside.
Look into my eyes and notice the pain of a thousand different pains.
When I tell you I'm fine, call me a liar, because I'm lying through my teeth.
When I cry, hug me, kiss my tears away.
You're the glue that holds me together now.
You're the crude stitches that piece together my thoughts.
When you hold my hand, you hold my heart.
Please, don't turn my heart to dust.
You're my angel, you're my guardian angel.
You're too good to be true, and yet, I couldn't see us any other way.
I sit here wondering of the pain I've faced, and how you see me for the warrior I've had to be.
You see past the paint on my face, the scars on my wrists, the sorrow in my eyes.
You see me for me, you see the person who's trapped inside me.
Are you strong enough to break her free?
Are you strong enough to restore the broken pieces?
Are you talented enough to make me smile a real smile?
Please free the girl fighting to get out. |
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