If I was to tell you my right arm has bruises from when he dragged me, would you kiss it better?
If I was to tell you whenever I move my arm I feel the bruises he left me just by dragging me only a few feet ahead would you promise to never lay a hand on me again?
If I was to say the bruise is just a replica of how wounded my heart feels would you hold me tight when you have the next opportunity and tell me how much you love me and how you'll always stick by my side?
If the world was ending you'd come over right? To hold me and tell me everything is okay.
