There's a sorrow screaming inside of me
Thirsting for the touch of your skin
And this reality keeps hitting me like a wall
I'd need to have my body made of tin
To not break myself when I fall
The lack of armour lets your words sink in
Awakening the hope I wish I'd let go
As I try to stand tall, I pretend that I'm brave
I try to tell myself that I will grow
Yet I find my heart depraved
When you enter my mind, I cannot think
There's just a huge emotional desire
What kind of future am I fighting for?
What in this choice is there to admire?
I close my eyes, I ignore
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