My skin is like a map of where my heart has been
And I can't hide the marks but it's not a negative thing
So I let down my guard
Drop my defences
Drop down my clothes
I'm burning inside with no safety of staying alive
I bruise easily so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark in me like a love heart carved on a tree.
Anyone who can touch you can hurt you or heal you
Anyone who can reach you can love you or leave you
I bruise easily
I bruise easily...