clumsy
My heart is clumsy
no matter what I do it falls so fast and too easy
I think its because it has yet to find any that love it back
but it keeps trying, even though it shouldnt have to be like that
It has been broken so many times
but it stitches up the pieces and just waits in line
it waits for its turn to find a heart that loves what it is
theres no point in hating what you are if its all you get
So I'm waiting
for someone who can see into my heart
and will be extra careful
to not tear it apart
no matter what I do it falls so fast and too easy
I think its because it has yet to find any that love it back
but it keeps trying, even though it shouldnt have to be like that
It has been broken so many times
but it stitches up the pieces and just waits in line
it waits for its turn to find a heart that loves what it is
theres no point in hating what you are if its all you get
So I'm waiting
for someone who can see into my heart
and will be extra careful
to not tear it apart
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