Let's begin again, to give your heart is understanding it may be broken. But I can't fix these soiled thoughts if you won't let your guard down. While cultivating our garden, I wear my flaws on the surface like memories beneath scars. Then cover them with outfits made of false confidence.
I'm a Man, a Man merely made of mistakes stitched together with good intentions. Sharing earth with other angels who don't deserve their wings, you mentioned manipulation, love and lies all go hand in hand who hurt who?
It's a burden, but burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them, and I want nothing more than to plant the weight of your world on my back. Even if it grows to kill me, I'm the gardener who loves you.
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