I don't ask for your sympathy
Don't overreact and pity me.
Just remember to handle me with care
Cuz i'm cracked from within.
Once upon a time, into pieces i was broken
I took a needle and thread, and stitched up my wounds.
But healing it seemed, was a difficult art.
For worms of the past still infect my heart.
So if you want me, be sure about it
Don't up and run, making me your victim.
And if there's a chance that you'll leave me,
Then peddle elsewhere, your wares for treachery.
