Even though you're a flower full of thorns I will still hold you with my bare hands. Because of all the things my hand has held The best by far is you.
The path of destruction Left in your wake Torn between love and being alone Never settled, never atoned The cycle will continue to go on and on You smile but internally you frown Your addiction has turned to attention You take for granted affection A real love fell into your lap But in your broken form You deemed yourself unworthy and undeserving Your sadness and emptiness continues to spread On your path of destruction There is no end
Maybe one day things will get better for you And I hope they will I hope you find something real I hope you find a way to heal