I wish I was a gentle soul;
A good ol' gal.
But after all these things,
How could I be?
I guess you could label me a concrete rose;
I've grown from nothing
but I still got thorns
and I still hurt anyone who dares to take hold.
Not everythin's gotta be pretty;
someone has to be rough,
otherwise there'd be a whole lot of fools,
and a lot of people aimin' to hurt 'em.
Yeah, I've got a lot of problems;
These small hands are meant to break things,
So please don't get so close,
Don't be so quick to love.
I know you want to teach me gentle ways;
but please know all this is incredibly uncomfortable,
and I'd rather be treated unkindly,
than called all these sickly sweet names.
I've got a lot of heart;
I've got a lot of love too,
but sometimes when I really need it,
it doesn't want to show.
You've got to understand;
I'm real rough around the edges,
gotta lot of wear and tear,
I'm not used to lovin' blindly.
And I'll refuse to, if I have to be honest;
I stop my heart from being fully in it,
there's nothing wrong with you,
it's just hard to love you.