How could I walk and not hit into that wall I do not know,
for those bruises I bore left me unhinged and broken
For times I thought not for myself I became a blank slate.
I wouldn't talk to you or anyone else.
I wouldn't dare to see or stare at him or at you
I could not think or speak for I was too bruised to see you
And your love for me.
I was your blank slate.