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Can’t Know the Pieces
Roaring takes over
Washes the brain
Pushes and insists
There’s much to refrain
So I look in deep
Seeing not
Knowing that love is
Something I’ve forgot
So how do I tell you,
‘Beautiful’ makes me quake
And every kiss given
Feels like a mistake?
How do I explain,
What’s broken isn’t fixed,
That an explosion will occur
When all the pieces are mixed
I’ve been called dark and twisty
And I know that I am flawed
But no amount of tender words
Will have all those walls thawed
You can get to know me,
But only as a friend
Any more than that
And I’ll bring this to an end
I know, I admit it
I’m scared of being loved
But I don’t appreciate,
Being pushed and shoved.
There are reasons for walls,
And reasons for defense,
All your insisting
Will be to your own expense.
I’ll love when I’m ready
And right now I’m not
So stop casting your line
As though I’m a fish to be caught.
I can’t let you know all the pieces
When they are still new to me,
When all of the shadows
Have yet to be freed;
So please, be my friend,
But seek nothing more,
I’m not ready to unlock
To invite you passed that barred door.
Washes the brain
Pushes and insists
There’s much to refrain
So I look in deep
Seeing not
Knowing that love is
Something I’ve forgot
So how do I tell you,
‘Beautiful’ makes me quake
And every kiss given
Feels like a mistake?
How do I explain,
What’s broken isn’t fixed,
That an explosion will occur
When all the pieces are mixed
I’ve been called dark and twisty
And I know that I am flawed
But no amount of tender words
Will have all those walls thawed
You can get to know me,
But only as a friend
Any more than that
And I’ll bring this to an end
I know, I admit it
I’m scared of being loved
But I don’t appreciate,
Being pushed and shoved.
There are reasons for walls,
And reasons for defense,
All your insisting
Will be to your own expense.
I’ll love when I’m ready
And right now I’m not
So stop casting your line
As though I’m a fish to be caught.
I can’t let you know all the pieces
When they are still new to me,
When all of the shadows
Have yet to be freed;
So please, be my friend,
But seek nothing more,
I’m not ready to unlock
To invite you passed that barred door.
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