You can't expect to be loved if you hide yourself,
If you don't let yourself known.
Love of only part of you won't last.
Real love, the love that is written about,
The love that is sung about,
The love that is remembered,
Isn't like that at all.
If you want someone to love you,
Truly, madly, deeply,
They need to first know all of you.
From every little imperfection, to
The rotten core of your heart.
