"My skin is like a map, of where my heart has been
And I can't hide the marks, but it's not a negative thing
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"
And I can't hide the marks, but it's not a negative thing
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"
After all that's happened within this short frame of time from when I got back from my Taipei holiday, I'm greatful for those that lent a listening ear. Thanks.
But deep down there's still an empty hole inside waiting for you to fill it up.
Its funny how after witnessing this particular incident I'm not feeling cynical about ____. I'm trying my best to be optimistic and there's still a glimpse of hope in me. But, time's running out. 9 days left.
I cross my fingers and hope what you say will come true.
