My skin is like a map.
Of where my heart has beenAnd I cant hide the marks.
Its not a negative thing.
So I let down my guard.
Drop my defences down by my clothes.
I'm learning to fall.
With no safety net to cushion the blow.
I bruise easily.
So be gentle when you handle me.
Theres a mark you leave.
Like a love heart carved on a tree.
I bruise easily.
Can't scratch the surface.
Without moving me underneath.
I bruise easily.
I bruise easily.
I found your fingerprints.
On a glass of wine.
Do you know you're leaving them.
All over this heart of mine too.
But if I never take this leap of faith.
I'll never know.
So im learning to fall.
With no safety net to cushion the blow.
Anyone who can touch you.
Can hurt you or heal you.
Anyone who can reach you.
Can love you or leave you.
So be gentle...
I bruise easily.
I bruise easily.
Labels: I bruise easily by natasha bedingfield ~
@ 9/17/2007 01:15:00 AM
