Who am I
That you would take
My aching, bleeding heart
And put it back together
So I don't fall apart?
And who am I
That you would hold
My cold, dead hands
Heating them up with your warmth
That I'm seeing deep within.
Who are you
That you would love a shattered soul
With broken bones
And bleeding wrists
And eyes that leave you feeling cold.
And who are you
That you would see
The parts of me that I keep hidden
Away from the world
And every lonely soul within it.
