Both of us are hurt,
that’s just what people do, love.
Love is a sickness.
Both of us are hurt,
same fingerprints, mirrored wounds.
Wounded by wanting.
Both of us are hurt,
but tonight, we will be healed.
Healed in vain. In love.
Both of us are hurt,
that’s just what people do, love.
Love is a sickness.
Both of us are hurt,
same fingerprints, mirrored wounds.
Wounded by wanting.
Both of us are hurt,
but tonight, we will be healed.
Healed in vain. In love.
