My heart

I have a protective layer of scar tissue. It just doesn't work when someone I care about is hurting. Something I can't fix. I HATE shit I can't fix. It's a freakin' curse I tell ya. You'd think I'd learn.

You're a smart girl Muse, feels like you've got my back. I like that.

It's my edges, they've been softened.

Which aint all bad.