I get stuck on
He’ll never scar you like I do
What a scar he left though
He
Who tried to silence me forcefully from this world
If only you knew you knew
If only we could start again from
Here’s my number
So call me maybe
I thought it was a brilliant idea
Let’s never mind that my brilliant ideas are often garbage
Time, I could use better timing
Could you please just give me a bit of timing
Throw it in, say the wish
And then run like hell in the opposite direction
For fear of what it is is what made it impossible
That and a beautiful blue light
Silent in his defense
I wonder what happens now?
When the scars are laid
On rows and lines
I wonder what you left behind?
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