No Damage Done Really Apart From Hurt Feelings

No hard feeling's No real lasting damage done No one left bleeding after all Is there Maybe on the inside But that is easy to disguise And keep well hidden from prying eye's Trying to catch a glimpse of what truly lie's beneath That cold hard exterior and mask behind which you choose to hide The seldom last since seen in person actual real you The one you where beforehand you threw yourself all in god willing for reasons only you alone will know and be enabled to answer So like you said no hard feeling's No real lasting damage done Apart from a bleeding heart