It's written in my scars
each one a tale of its own
Some speak of how I won
and some speak of how I don't
Each one gives me stregnth
to keep moving on
Each one reminds me
that misery only last so long
It's only bitter for a sour minute,
only cold while the wind blows.
It just reminds me that my dreams will follow
anywhere I go.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
It's written in my scars
each one a tale of its own
Some speak of how I won
and some speak of how I don't
Each one gives me stregnth
to keep moving on
Each one reminds me
that misery only last so long
It's only bitter for a sour minute,
only cold while the wind blows.
It just reminds me that my dreams will follow
anywhere I go.
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