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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