Another cut on the heart, just one out of many. They still hurt the same. But what’ s the point in trying to heal? I’ m not worth that kind of trouble.
The scrapes are more like cuts The cuts are more like gashes The bleeding is more profuse But I think I can handle it Don’ t worry about me I’ m not worth that kind of trouble.
I say I’ m fine But I know you don’ t believe me Neither do I You ask me what’ s wrong And you just listen I hardly understand because I’ ve never been worth that kind of trouble.
You’ ve seen more than most So why are you still here? At this point most people know I’ m a hopeless cause. You’ re smart. I know you know that I’ m just a bloody mess Why are you wasting your time? I’ m not worth that kind of trouble.
You haven’ t tried to change me. You haven’ t tried to save me. That makes you the first of your kind, Honest and caring, Listening and accepting. I never thought I was worth that kind of trouble.
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