I know hurt like the palms of my hands
Angst laced along the lines of my fingers
All I have done once parted from me, became a part of me
Times and thoughts I could not wash off
Lies and trust I could not make up
Or cover up with new foundation or new foundations
Band aid branded reaching from wrists to lips
I am stuck on bad memories ‘cause bad memories are stuck on me
I am stuck on bad memories but these memories won’t heal me
And maybe one day when I have grown my thickest skin
I can turn a punctured past to paper cuts
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
I know hurt like the palms of my hands
Angst laced along the lines of my fingers
All I have done once parted from me, became a part of me
Times and thoughts I could not wash off
Lies and trust I could not make up
Or cover up with new foundation or new foundations
Band aid branded reaching from wrists to lips
I am stuck on bad memories ‘cause bad memories are stuck on me
I am stuck on bad memories but these memories won’t heal me
And maybe one day when I have grown my thickest skin
I can turn a punctured past to paper cuts
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