Kindness Kills Me Softly

In the twilight of the city lights,

A punk with scars that tell his fight,

She stands there softly unafraid,

Her kindness like a serenade.

Tattered jeans and a heart of steel,

I roam these streets—it's how I feel,

But every time I come back home,

Her gentle smile cuts through the stone.

She never says, "Just stay away,"

She never asks me to betray

The life I've built in the shadows deep,

But with her love, it's hard to keep.

Oh, her kindness is a bittersweet sound,

Every bruise I wear, it drags me down,

I want to change, but it cuts so deep,

Her light, it shines, while I just creep.

Every scar that coats my skin,

Is a whisper of the life I'm in,

She cradles me when I'm all torn,

But it kills me that she bears my scorn.

Her eyes reflect a love so true,

While I’m lost and don’t know what to do,

I’m caught between the love and shame,

Her gentle heart ignites the flame.

Oh, her kindness is a bittersweet sound,

Every bruise I wear, it drags me down,

I want to change, but it cuts so deep,

Her light, it shines, while I just creep.

I wish I could be all she sees,

A better man that walks with ease,

But every night that I break apart,

A piece of her enclaves my heart.

So I will fight the dark inside,

For her I’ll rise, for her abide,

But love like this, it tests my soul,

Her kindness kills, yet makes me whole.