Turning left and right,
standing at the same place.
wondering when life,
will give me a safe place to hide.
I'm bleeding tears,
so fragile but not broken,
torn apart yet none,
can see these open wounds I hide.
Footsteps that haunt me,
get the fear that I detest.
but for them it's so easy,
cuz I'd give in upon request.
I'm bleeding tears,
so fragile but not broken,
torn apart yet none,
can see these open wounds I hide.
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