There's this well of emotions
I feel I must protect.
But what's the point of this armor
If it keeps the love away, too?
I'd rather bleed with cuts of love
Than live without any scars.
Baby, can I trust this?
Or do all things end?
I need to hear that you'll die for me
Again and again and again.
So tell me when you look in my eyes
Can you share all the pain and happy times.