There are a million of people,
Who will be gentle with your heart.
There are a million of people,
Who sacrifice their lives for the taste of your veins.
There are a million of people ,
Ready to shake your skin with gravel .
Leaving you bruised and hopeless.
Scarred and shattered.
Sometimes you have to fall
in order to recover the emptiness.
Sometimes you can die, in order to revive yourself.
Sometimes there's one person who will leave fingerprints on your heart .
Bringing peace to everlasting war you have with yourself.

Sometimes... Just sometimes.
The person you need is yourself.
Learn to love yourself.
Before you let these million people inside.