Once I Got Hurt Its Not Easy To Win Me Again
I wish I could give you my pain,So you can feel the things I do.Just for one day.
I wish I could give you my eyes,So you can see all the fears I do,Just for one day.
I want you to walk in my place for one day,To hear what I hear,To see the world the way I do,To be me just for one day
Maybe then you would really understand,That it isn’t easy,Being me.
If you were to spend just one day as me,All your colours would be taken away,
If you were to be me for just one single day,You would know then why I fear the things I do,Why I am the way I amWhy it hurts to smile and why,It feels like weakness to cry.
And you would know why the smallest things,Make so much difference to me,The few words to tell me I will be okay,The few words that say,I am never alone.
At least,If you spent one day as me,You could go back to being you again,It’s not that easy for me,I’m here as me all of the time,For a lot more than,Just one day.
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