How could you know, when you talk to me,

That your words can wound me like pins?

How could you know, from what you can see,

All the scars I carry within?

That your words can wound me like pins –

It’s something I’m starting to learn,

All the scars I carry within –

It’s a secret that you’ll have to earn.

It’s something I’m starting to learn,

How to open and trust and be me.

It’s a secret that you’ll have to earn,

It’s a honour that doesn’t come free.

How to open and trust and be me

And to grow and blossom and flourish,

It’s an honour that doesn’t come free,

It’s a feeling that I’ve come to cherish.

And to grow and blossom and flourish –

How could you know, from what you can see?

It’s a feeling that I’ve come to cherish –

How could you know, when you talk to me?

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