I noticed your scars,
You noticed mine,
We understood.
Never spoke a word,
We didn't know how.
Didn't know we could.
We went to the library.
I picked up Cuts,
You picked up Scars.
We were trying to speak up.
Trying to convey a message,
One that was the both of ours.
I noticed that you count calories.
You noticed that I'm always nauseous.
We know the truth.
We'll never speak a word,
But we noticed each other's,
Misunderstood, unstable youth.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
I noticed your scars,
You noticed mine,
We understood.
Never spoke a word,
We didn't know how.
Didn't know we could.
We went to the library.
I picked up Cuts,
You picked up Scars.
We were trying to speak up.
Trying to convey a message,
One that was the both of ours.
I noticed that you count calories.
You noticed that I'm always nauseous.
We know the truth.
We'll never speak a word,
But we noticed each other's,
Misunderstood, unstable youth.
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