my skin is like a map of where my heart has been
and i can't hide the marks, its not a negative thing. so i let down my guard, drop my defences down by my clothes. i'm learning to fall with no safety net to cushion the blow... i bruise easily... so be gentle when you handle me. there's a mark you leave like a love heart carved on a tree, can't scratch the surface without moving me underneath.

i found your fingerprints on a glass of wine... do you know you're leaving them all over this heart of mine too. but if I never take this leap of faith, i'll never know...