Wounds make scars Scars make life My life My war Life goes on Time heals wounds My wounds My war Woken by grief Grasping life Holding on Remove myself From the story That I wrote It is too late and it hurts The past is burning with pure hate The chains are broken The tidal waves will turn and change Demons tongues have spoken You live in my heart Like a spreading disease You live in my heart Soon comes the final release Time fought the pain Flesh and blood gone bad The story is written My ink is dry I have endured hell
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