Hold my hands, Iโve been hurt
With you I try to flirt
But it just brings up past experiences, just a whole bunch of dirt
It makes me think about all the times they tried to get under my skirt
But thatโs not the worst part, my patience is running short
All I ever wanted was love, but all they did was play with my heart
And even like that I never gave up, torn but hoping for a new start
Love me entirely, piece by piece, admire my beauty like fine art
Hold my hands, I need your support
Iโm an introvert, because I always get hurtโฆ
They promise to love me and then fall short
Iโm counting on you as my last resort
