When time stands still.
Theres nothing you have to erase.
If you havn't seen my scars.
You can see my face.
Red over purple.
And sliver over that.
"Does my smile match my eyes?"
Do my lips match my words?
Do my arms match my legs?
Does my personalty match my thoughts?
Look in my eyes tell me what you find.
Do you like what you've found.
Because I dont.
But I guess im just too afraid of death.
Im a coward.
But ill take my title any day. Over a funeral procession and a loving family crying over a Stupid, Stupid girl.
Inspired by a great friend of mine.
Truth's a bitch.
Right?
