For so long I have let my scars heal,
But then I met you.
For so long I healed myself of all things bad.
But then I met you.
For so long I kept my composure and let you in,
But in the end you took your hands and ripped every scar open.
You removed every stitch and band-aid from my heart and held it in your cold palms that represented your soul.
I watched you slowly crumble and break every piece with no hesitation.
For so long my heart was finally whole,
but then i met you...