you want to know what hurts me?
it’s those masks you wear
it is your definition of naked
it is the blinkers on your eyes
your rose-tinted glasses
it’s the number of veils you wear
and won’t let me lift
it’s the escaping out of your body
when I need you here
it’s not believing a lotus
can grow out of mud
What is my exile?
It is this!
Tags: 2011, breaking up, growth, hurt, lotus, love, separation
