Skin made of peel

But my wound is stubborn And it doesn't want to be healed It stays open and inside you can see the dance of the sweetest fruits With wine and summers as their allies My fruits deceive me 2 red roses in my office And their thorns inside of me I managed to open my heart But then it had to close The zipper quickly, so i won't get a cold And now, I've forgotten how to open it again Now it seems even more impossible than it seemed before I ate the clouds so I could fly But I ended up having rain inside of me My fruits deceive me We are not rotten yet, they tell me Like I'm not able to see, to understand That i have a skin made of peel And a heart made of jelly