My face is marred with infinite scars
Ones that seek no regard
I lie in wait for the day to come
When I am able to be loved
My face waits for the hand of fate
To stop its monuments wait
When the scars can be shown for all to see
And to no vary of degree
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
My face is marred with infinite scars
Ones that seek no regard
I lie in wait for the day to come
When I am able to be loved
My face waits for the hand of fate
To stop its monuments wait
When the scars can be shown for all to see
And to no vary of degree
