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I Can't Be Touched...

I Can't Be Touched...

Nobody knows how much I'm hurting,
Nobody knows the pain I'm hiding,
My heart is in pieces, I'm still struggling,
I just wipe my eyes and keep on smiling.

I see people fall in and out of love,
I don't even know how that's done, 
I have body issues I can't explain,
When will I accept a touch again?

Is a kiss just enough?
Why can't I be touched?
I'll be there for you...
But I'm horrible, so please don't touch.

The passion of wanting to make love,
Love is blind, me and you fit like a glove,
I'm aching inside, I know, in my head, I'm just not right,
I'm afraid in this grotesque body, I've lost all my fight.

What the hell is wrong with me! I can't be held! in my mind I scream,
I'm ashamed of my shape, this is a torture, I wish I didn't feel,
With every caress, I know you're feeling my lumps, 
I know you're not like this, but it's so hard, not to judge,

Is a kiss just enough?
Why can't I be touched?
I'll be there for you...
But I'm horrible, so please don't touch.

I don't know the reason why, I make up so many excuses,
I live in my very own heavy shadow, I don't know what I'm doing!
I'm too embarrassed to what she feels, I can't go on living like this,
I wouldn't rewind time, I'm me because of my hurt, so can we just kiss? 

Is a kiss just enough?
Why can't I be touched?
I'll be there for you...
But I'm horrible, so please don't touch.

Nobody knows, how much I'm hurting...

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