Behind those chaotic sighs,
A bruise is all there was,
But it doesn't last a long while.—And a scar takes time to heal,
It leaves a mark that makes it real,
And if you should ask me where to belong,
I'd rather tell a tale than say it pale.
xiii. ballad of a broken heart
Behind those chaotic sighs,
A bruise is all there was,
But it doesn't last a long while.—And a scar takes time to heal,
It leaves a mark that makes it real,
And if you should ask me where to belong,
I'd rather tell a tale than say it pale.