If I show you my tear drops,
will you follow them down my cheeks,
as they tell the stories I'm too afraid to speak?

If you look in my eyes and see the pain that turns out to be hell,
will you then be able not to look away?

If I show you my scars and the bruises
that the past left on my skin,
will you still touch it like it's your most favorite thing?

If the night turns out to be too cold for me, will you keep me warm in your arms,
even if that means looking my demons in the eye?

And if the sunlight will not be strong enough to lighten up my mind,
will you be the one holding my hand and walk with me through the dark?