You're really the sweetest
Cherry I could've picked
You may be a little bruised
A little broken, like me
But I would rather
Have a sweet, broken cherry
Than a rotten apple, begging
To be eaten
And I don't know
If you are able to see my bruises
And accept them
Like I can accept yours
But maybe you can
Maybe I'm holding onto hope
Maybe, I don't know anything
Except the feeling I get
When you make me laugh
And make me feel like
It's ok to be me
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