Do you understand?
How crookedly broken I am?
I want you to hold my hand,
But I am so scarred now,
Afraid to be touched by a man.

Do you see?
My face flush when you're talking to me?
With you I want to be,
I long for you presence,
Being near you makes me so happy.

Do you feel it?
Deep in your heart, deep inside it's pit?
Thoughts of you and I can't sit,
I need to move, to pace.
... But you don't feel this.