My heart has been skinned
And my faith thinned
I don't know how to let you in
The thought of it just makes me spin
I don't think I'll ever win
Ever since our reunion
We've met like an unspoken communion
Praying you could restore my faith
And take away the endless grate
Wishing you'd whisk me away
To those days of happy, fond ways
Afraid emptiness still lurks
Maybe I don't think I'm worth the work
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