Dec 8, 2018
Edited Version of 8 Letters
Know me the best, know my worst, see me hurt, but don't judge
That, right there, is the scariest feeling, opening and closing up again
Been hurt so don't trust and dare not rely on anyone
Staring at the ceiling together
Isn't it amazing how almost every line on our hands align
When my hand's in yours
It's like I'm whole again, isn't that a sign and I should speak my mind
When I close my eyes
It's you there in my mind (It's only you)
Why do I pull you close and then ask you for space.
