just thoughts of the mind for this moment.
|Sometimes I wear my heart on my sleeve so much as if it were a fashion statement
Which leaves my soul to bleed
Like this pen in my hand
And for some reason I don't understand
Why I let my heart be damage
I guess, because I believe if I leave out in the open
Someone will come along and take care of it.
I let it sit on my sleeve
open to hits
Which allows my soul to bleed.