Thing is I have a soft heart,
I fall into things way to fast,
Way to easily; I let people in.
They always leave an imprint,
They always leave a scratch,
They always leave their mark.
Thing is I don't learn from my mistake,
I try not to hold things against you,
I let you come back; I won't let you leave.
You left your imprint,
You left a scratch,
It turned into a scar.
Thing is I won't let myself cry,
I will stand strong no matter what,
I wont let you win; no satisfaction.
Your imprint it stands,
Your scar is a lesson,
Your mark will fade.
Thing is I have a soft heart,
I fall into things way to fast,
Way to easily; I let people in.
They always leave an imprint,
They always leave a scratch,
They always leave their mark.
