I'm thinking of what else to say.
My suppressed feelings fade day by day.
Grateful for this ticket to where I can release my pain.
Now I'm waiting for the bus, breaking free from the chain.
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Invisible Scars (#5 HL:A)
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I'm thinking of what else to say.
My suppressed feelings fade day by day.
Grateful for this ticket to where I can release my pain.
Now I'm waiting for the bus, breaking free from the chain.