Scars & Bruises
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Each slash and bruise
That lays on my skin
Resenting the cause of the pain
Hoping that one person can save you
But they didn't
The one person that you thought cared
Basically through you in with the wolves
Thinking that the cared
They said it was for a reason
You defied their wishes so this is what you got in return
I smiled at the thought
Maybe I'm psychotic
Who knows
Is it bad Im thinking on death
Trying to find ways to end it all
Hopefully somewhere there's a Cello that'll bring me that warm embrace
So I will finally end the facade of the Happy family
If only it were the truth
But who knows whats going to happen
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Only 5sos and Jesus make me happy
*The Cello part is from a 5sos song
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Poetryvin•tage (noun) the year or place in which wine, especially wine of high quality, was produced.
