Pure Disease
I got a knife
To cut out this pure disease
I got a knife
To cut out the memories
So much
So much to forget
Too much
Too much to regret
I can't go on
Hiding my scars from you
I won't suffocate
Hiding myself from you
Could you stand by me
If you could see my ugly scars?
That silent battle field
I rearranged my tragic stars
So careful now
So carefully
Show me the face
Show me a better place
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2015
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