"If my heart wasn't as fragile,
if its passed beat didn't run at your step,
do you think you would notice how much of a fool I am?
doing too much, saying too much
doing too little, saying few, words as such

If my deadly sin is to make a fool out of myself,
if my mouth goes on and on without speaking,
then I sin everyday when I'm silent
In my absence of words, my whole
In my verbal nonsense, my feelings role

If I am,
If whatever is left of me is something of sorts,
no armour is visible
no hidden place
just a silly soul
saying: If I am, I am yours."

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