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these cuts i didn't give myself
and the scar tissue on my heart isn't from a surgery
i don't wear a frown because i am sad
and i wear shorts everyday cuz i don't get cold
i'm not a germophobe, i just don't want to be touched
and i am not hard of hearing
my eye sight is only half way gone
and my sense of taste isn't dead either
i can smell perfectly fine
and everything is dandy even if i look upset

these are all true
and i am rarely blue
the reason all these be
is because of you

i got the cuts from chasing you through the woods when the picker bushes got me
and the scar on my heart is the bullet i took when i heard you say you love me not
i frown because without you, i have no reason to smile
and i wear shorts in hopes that perhaps you will let me hold you again, and i'll have all the warmth i need
the only one allowed to touch me is you so hands off everyone else
and i only like listening to your voice
oh, i'm not blind, you're just the only girl i think is beautiful
and things taste sweet, but only your lips are sweet enough for me
roses smell good but i much rather perfer the sense of your perfume
and everything in my life has fallen apart since i last talked with you...