There are so many parts. That I have hidden and denied and lost. There are so many ways. That I have cut off my nose to spite my face. There are so many colours. That I still try to hide while I paint. And there are so many tunes. That I secretly sing as I wait. You come along. And invite these parts out of hiding oh oh. This invitation. Is one that I've stopped fighting oh oh. Thank you for seeing me. I feel so less lonely. Thank you for getting me. I healed by your empathy. Ha ah. This intimacy. Ha ah ah. There were so many times. I thought I'd died not being trully known. There've been so many moments. Forever lonely in my vacation. You come along. And celebrate each feeling oh oh. And there you are. All honor and inquiring oh oh. Thank you for seeing me. I feel so less lonely. Thank you for getting me. I healed by your empathy. Ha ah. This intimacy. Ha ah ah. There was a day. Where the trust that was being asked of me. Required too much you see. To accept your generosity. And to know myself enough. To let you help me. Thank you for seeing me. I feel so less lonely. Thank you for getting me. I healed by your empathy. Ha ah. This intimacy. Ha ah ah