My worn pages are my scars
they show the places that I've been to
they show I've seen the stars
My painted quotes are the words I spoke
And although they often speak of you,
they were always perceived as a joke
Now my binding is falling apart
And I don't know what to do
When will it come?
This happy ending part
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
My worn pages are my scars
they show the places that I've been to
they show I've seen the stars
My painted quotes are the words I spoke
And although they often speak of you,
they were always perceived as a joke
Now my binding is falling apart
And I don't know what to do
When will it come?
This happy ending part
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