The scars on my skin hold secrets which i can not tell. They hold broke dreams, wishful thinking from nights before my health. They tell the story not me, i am just the one who bares the pain and the wounds in which i can not speak. The tainted soul that speaks within may not speak with heart only mind. baby i wish my heart could explode and tell you everything that's been on my mind. But this soul of mine has trapped me in an everlasting maze that i can't escape without your help
