The bandage I wove from my own skin.
Taken from my heart and soul.
Bandage that I made to help you, has left me a giant hole.
Feelings like an open wound
letting your blood drain,
can only be healed by words of comfort, before the heavy rain.
So, I take my bandage, full of things I thought you needed to see.
And I patch your wounds though knowing,
You won’t do the same for me.
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