Rain streaks the window pane, mirroring the tracks on my face Another Friday night, lost in this empty space Remember dancing here, reckless and unafraid Now every corner whispers ghosts of promises we made I try to piece it back, the before and the after you Like shattered porcelain, glued with tears, never quite true They say time heals everything, a cliché and a lie 'Cause I still reach for your hand, every time a shadow sighs This vulnerability, this ache in my chest The way my lower lip trembles, putting it to the test It's not strength or confidence, no bravado on display This fragile heart you broke, that's the cutest part of me, they say Scrolling through old photos, a bittersweet sting Your crooked smile, the dumb jokes we used to sing Guess I romanticize the past, a fool's golden gleam Ignoring all the fault lines that fractured our dream I build these walls so high, a fortress of solitude But your memory's a ghost, that effortlessly breaks through And I'm left here standing bare, with nothing left to hide Except this raw emotion, the wreckage deep inside This vulnerability, this ache in my chest The way my voice still cracks when I try to speak your name, I confess It's not strength or defiance, no hardened decree This open wound you left, that's the cutest part of me, maybe 'Cause isn't it strange, the things we hold onto tight? The pieces that still hurt, bathed in a fading light They see it as weakness, a flaw to overcome But this sensitivity, it's where I'm coming from So let the tears fall freely, let the rawness take its hold This unfiltered feeling, more precious than any gold It's the truth I can't escape, the core of who I am Beyond the smiles and laughter, the carefully crafted plan This vulnerability, this endless, echoing chest The way my heart still beats for you, despite putting it to the test It's not strength or forgetting, no victory to see This love that lingers on, that's the cutest part of me. Yeah, this vulnerability, this stubborn, fragile mess The way I still believe in love, despite all this distress It's not strength or wisdom, no lesson learned with ease This open, beating heart, that's the cutest part of me, please.