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点击复制All I know is that I was depressed before and now I found meaning.
I didn't know you were depressed?
Neither did I.
Your love's a blade that cuts so clean
Through the armor I've built, cold and mean
You see the child behind these eyes
That the world tried to bury with lies
I push you away with trembling hands
Scared that your light will understand
The broken parts I hide in shame
But you keep calling out my name
You're planting gardens in my war zones
Building cathedrals from my broken bones
This love's a sanctuary made of scars
I taste the rust of old chains
Every time your love remains
Through my storms and angry nights
Fighting with your gentle lights
Maybe we're both fools chasing ghosts
Maybe this broken love hurts the most
But your hands fit perfect in my cracks
There's no turning from these tracks
Maybe broken things fit best
When they're put through the test
Your love - my beautiful curse
Healing me for better or worse...