Nobody listens to me
You think I'm too young to know...
This is a sad story about a rose and a dove
One day when flying over he couldn't help but fall...
There she was, trudging over blurred thoughts,
heaving patience to a higher level...
I don't know how it happened,
There's no explanation...
You live in this dark hole
At times you climb out...
Its been a while since I could hold my head up...
Its been a while since I've gone one day without...
I'm beginning to wonder
if these scars are...