Can I love you?
Should I love you?
Will you love me too?
Can you prove your intentions are true
It’s not that I’m scared it’s that scarred.
So while I’m not fighting for you, I’m also not fighting you off
So the ball’s in your court
I’m waiting for you to make a move
But don’t forget the clock’s ticking
So are you gonna take a shot you intend make?
Or throw up a prayer and see if I answer it?
I promise I won’t.
I deserve so much more
So if it’s not your best shot just put down the ball and walk away
I don’t just wear my heart on my sleeve.
Shit, it’s more like a sweater.
I’ll gladly take it off and hand it over to keep you warm
exposing the scars, will you heal my wounds?
First things first. Grab my hand and let’s walk under the moon.
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