I have a friend
that is way different from others...
Once again that same turmoil
Back again that nasty pain...
You see me and think I got my scars by falling on...
But I did them myself and no it's not because I'm...
This is my theory
To the ones who can hear me...
Cut me with a cheap blade,
Cut me for every minute that fades...
Moon,
watch over me...
Orange city lights frame the dark road ahead
As I speed along the empty highway...
There's a salty ache in my ribcage
it radiates out through my muscles and bones...
I had this illusion of perfect togetherness
visualized a beautiful landscape on an empty...
By forgetting the billions of stars
across the sky...
Scars on her ankle
scars on her legs...
I sit back to watch and wonder
how my life is so incomplete...