You look into my soul so easily
even though I’ve locked it away with a padlock,
and it makes me nervous,
cause I was not ready for this.
Why me?
Why am I the preferred one?
I’m stripped down with only my soul shown in front of you,
and I can’t shake you off,
cause you see every scar,
every bruise,
every flaw,
yet, to you I’m the one you prefer,
the one you adore,
the one you love.