Nerves of steel turned into wool.
I'm not so hard anymore, so weak.
I was so selfish, a little fool.
My cold words I can't even speak.
Boy, I really thought I could handle,
But this is something all new.
Your heart in my hands I cradle.
Maybe soon I can make it through.
For now I have to make this deal.
I don't want you to go away.
It all seems so unreal,
But three weeks ago was your last day.
Nerves of steel turned into lace
You can see through these holes
Well I wish I could touch your face
If I try maybe I can heal our souls,
I wish......I wish...., I could feel you.
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