Weaving, in and out of your life,
always.
I'm a nomad. Here and gone.
And in any giving moment
leaving you wondering where
I've gone to
in my head.
And I'm afraid, yeah
I'm afraid
that my heart was made
with a hole in it.
I don't leave anyone hanging.
Oh, I hope not. Never, no.
I do my best,
with every step.
Marching soldier like,
tearless, fearless,
chin up, shoulders back.
We aren't made for this.
And I'm afraid, yeah
I'm afraid
that my heart was made
with a hole in it.
You can see inside me,
and see through
that gaping hole that'll never be filled.
I will it shut,
and pray it closed.
I'll scream so loud
but no one will no
that my heart was made
with a hole in it.
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