You whispered your secrets so deep in my skin,
you clawed your fingertips to leave red marks in
my flesh and blood. My flesh and blood.
When I’m hearing ghosts to the side of my eyes,
you just get angry whenever you try
'cause it's not enough. It's not enough.
'Cause I let my dreams drag me under the waves
like an ocean of thinking we are the same.
There’s something to be said of the things that you hide.
The footprints are empty, but lead to your pride, it’s
your flesh and blood. Your flesh and blood.
You would take my hand, but you won’t join my cause
when I would forgive you for all of your flaws,
is it not enough? Am I not enough?
When all you have, you can’t bear to give away,
and I’m not enough for you to fill up that space.
What you don’t give to me.
So don’t lock me out, and don’t lock me away.
We are not our words, we are not what we say,
we are flesh and blood. We are flesh and blood.
Written for X-Men: First Class and X-Men: Days of Future Past.