You carry an open wound everywhere And you dont care It's all an illusion love I must tell you that You'll forever be wounded and hurt You carry your pains to the mountains They heal for sometime You return to people Fresh wounds for you Reality was like another dimension for you And it was always too claustrophobic to live in there Too much wounding all the time How will you bear it all with your weak shoulders and your bony little ankles Love, i must tell you that You'll forever be wounded You heal for a while when youre hiding in those forests But they would trap you and bring you into the world You wouldn't want them to do that to you again, Would you love? Your skin is gold And the bruises are fresh You must love yourself Curl up in a ball And hug yourself The wounds would heal if your warm hands cover them You are a healer. You probably always were. The wounds will heal. And you will heal them. May be under the pink stormy night sky someday When you are sitting there on your own Listening to your lover - music. Yes,he'll always be there to calm you So listen to him And let the moon be your lamp The winds,your lullaby And the thoughts of oceans and mountains would clot your ****** wound. They always do.