Being Loved #alone
The Price of you
The Price of You
What’s the fee to fake a smile,
to play at peace, to bleed in style?
What’s the cost to love again
to risk the knife, to bear the stain?
What’s the toll to let you close,
when ghosts still whisper, “Don’t expose”?
What’s the charge for love that’s real
not just the burn, but scars that heal?
And if I fall, as fools still do,
what will it cost to fall for you?
