not damaged

I don't understand
things you say (wait...what?)

you can’t understand
the way I feel (do you?)

(I just want to be myself)

walking paths so different

makes us unable to trust

vulnerability is dangerous

when offered to a weak heart

we’re living in our aftermath
among the collateral damage

day follows night follows day

we’re left to wonder the point
hoping we have what it takes

who said life was fair?
let's get over it and dig in
my hunger for you is insatiable

all I want is to hear your voice

what I need is to touch your face
to convince myself you are real
grab me, kiss me, take me

I think I'm starting to get this...