What didn’t kill me back then
Had smeared my life with hate.
I may be stronger, but again
That term’s a matter of debate.
I’ve received a mixed blessing
Becoming good at suppressing
And hid those things untold
Under my pain threshold.
But what will I do when you gently take my hand
And tell me you think that I could be the one?
After all I’ve been through, I think I can understand
But still not sure if I can ever give back enough,
Cause after all the damage done
I think I’ve lost my ability to love.
Down in my jungle alone
With my cynical expressions,
With my sarcastic undertones
And my on-and-off depression,
Cherishing the mess around,
Living lost and never found
I am the critter with spikes,
I am the flower that bites.
But what will I do when you gently take my hand
And tell me you think that I’m the only one?
After all I’ve been through, I think I can understand
But still not sure if I can ever give back enough,
Cause after all the damage done
I think I’ve lost my ability to love.