These scars that we gain from the war they remain for the rest of our days they never fade these battle scars will never go away are never going to change
Every mark that mars our smooth skin is a constant reminder, a reminder of the pain, the loss and the hopelessness the scars we create on our hearts coincide with the ones inflicted upon us
Every drop of blood is a broken memory the wind a whispered companion the tears always the crack before the flood and the pain always the calm before the raging storm
It started out as a blues type thing but then kinda ended as like not a blues thing. Best way I can put that into words.