Call me the song beating in your heart The needles mark, scrape, and pry, Damage is done, when all these cuts bleed dry, Ill have your story craved on my chest and arms, Broken dreams spelled out in scars. Call me the hope built up just to let you down, Crippled like fractured legs, With my knees scraping on the ground, Ill have your story craved on my chest and arms, Broken dreams spelled out in scars. I will, Ill wear these bruises like a tlantet. This lesson like a hat, Tip the brim and turn it back, To minds that wont relent, Builging heats on things we said and meant. This is how it feels to come undone. Ill have your story craved on my chest and arms, Broken dreams spelled out in scars. Ill have your story craved on my chest and arms, Broken dreams spelled out spelled out in scars, Out in scars. The human body can bear immeasurble pain and yet recover, Wounds can heal. But once your spirit in broken, everything pulls apart.
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