To describe you I really need a smile
and red roses without their thorns.
Like a monster you're screaming
inside my head. my heart is torn, torn
torn.
To describe you I really need a beat
and a melody on fragile keys.
You are the armour that keeps me safe
the skin that's surrounding me.
But to hold you I of course need life
something burned in the fires I've passed.
I am hiding, hoping I can change
or praying this moment will last.
Ten more seconds I think
before I die, and it's obviously going to be fine.
If you keep me conscious long enough
I promise I'll try not to cry.
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