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i've got scars,
i've got memories,
running across my skin,
reminding me of the person i used to be,
i've got scars,
i've got memories,
reminding me of the way things could have been,
i've got secrets,
i've got scars,
i've got memories,
running across my skin,
reminding me of the past,
i've scars, secrets and memories,
marks of madness running along my skin,
help me please.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
I agree, this is pretty. I can relate, especially to the line about memories running across your skin. It actually reminds me of having a physical urge to self-harm or a flashback of some sort that feels like there's something crawling across or under your skin.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
I like the pattern made by the repetition, it gets the message across in a really fluent and creative way and gives it some flow. It's a really good piece of writing.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive