Love me!
How hard could that be?
I wandered for twenty years searching for someone to see me.
Not my hair, or my eyes, or a smile, or smell.
Look me in my heart, tell me you feel my hell.
Whisper into these closed ears, block out the sounds no more I am here.
Revere, a promise to keep for you, my dear.
Hold the parts of me that keep unravelling
I am fine, but weary from endless travelling
And I never did learn how to sew.
Please, don't let that convince you to go.
I have built myself up so much, in order to be a pleasure to know.
With you, I swear to continue to grow.
Do not be deterred by my iron heart, turns out it is all just for show.