Touch me

I get hurt

I get hurt so easily

I get hurt

I  hurt me

I hurt me so easily

I've got a system, you see

Touch me, hurt me, I hurt me, you get off scot free

I bleed

Touch and feel and see and beat

Subtract one, it equals defeat

Vulnerability plus creativity equals

Scars designed on arms, broken cars

Susceptibility screams me

Hurt me once

I am nice

Hurt me twice

Throw the dice

Two, four, six, eight

Who do we incarcerate?

Fathers lying

Children crying

Children dying

Mothers sighing

Utopian worlds are mythology, mythology is fantasy

Fantasy is fiction

Fiction is not real

So touch me, beat me

If you want to, eat me

Life does not end sweetly

Life is temporary