It’s said there is a hole inside
and although that maybe true
I feel as though I’m asking to much,  
yet, I really doubt that is true.

Yes there is a hole inside,
I’m patching it up - day by day
But on those days when I’m insecure
I need to be coddled,
then made aware

This hole, yes it lives inside of me
I am not doubting that it’s there
It’s just that it makes your love , Something I wish not to share.