Feel the cold on your skin.
I can taste the hurt that you’re breathing.
Let me help warm the pain.
I’m not the type of girl to run away.
Where’s the youth gone in your eyes?
Black and heavy. Deep with lines.
I’ll take the pain for you to sleep.
And if sleeping helps, your pain I’ll keep.
Too far away to feel.
I know, at least, to you it’s real.
I’d find it hard too.
I don’t think I could take as much as you.
You grip so hard you scar your hands.
You made it with love, but you built it with sand.
If there was only one thing I could do,
I’d take this pain away for you
I can taste the hurt that you’re breathing.
Let me help warm the pain.
I’m not the type of girl to run away.
Where’s the youth gone in your eyes?
Black and heavy. Deep with lines.
I’ll take the pain for you to sleep.
And if sleeping helps, your pain I’ll keep.
Too far away to feel.
I know, at least, to you it’s real.
I’d find it hard too.
I don’t think I could take as much as you.
You grip so hard you scar your hands.
You made it with love, but you built it with sand.
If there was only one thing I could do,
I’d take this pain away for you
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