If you love me, read the warning labels.
I crack under pressure,
Cry when the noise is too loud,
I bite when cornered,
And I break quietly,
Like a dropped glass no one hears
Until someone steps on a shard.
I come with damage,
I come with history.
Love me like a secondhand book
Gently, with curiosity,
Knowing some pages are missing
And some have blood on them
That some people have wrote on the pages
Leaving marks and tears.
So before you sign the contract to know me,
Peer into the instruction manual.
Watch the preview video
I’m a handful,
But I’ll give you all I have,
Good and bad.