Run to You
I am scared Scared that you’ll run Coz I’ve been scarred But I’ve done a good job hiding my disfigurement Coz everybody who finds out scuttles And so I am scared For how sure can I be? That when u find out my feet are made of clay U won’t run That when u find out these eyes u call lovely Are actually sightless That this heart u call pure Has actually been this scarred How sure am I That u won’t run Coz everybody runs. Sign in to see full entry.