I see through those windows
And saw a wounded soul
A bullet went through it
With the impossible chance
That you would survive
But I think I can cure you
By removing the invisible bullet she shot
I would sew the hole with loving care
With embrances and kisses
As it mends without a scar
I wouldn’t hurt you ever
And if you decide that you don’t love me
Remember who was there
When yr soul was injured
And we’ll be friends
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Curing the injury with love, nice work!