Scars Green leaves fall, As I prepare to loose it all. Your love was my drug, Every kiss and hug. I trace my scar, This one will go far. The month is May, And the clouds are grey. The cut makes me suffer, It makes me grow tougher. My faith stands tall, As I let the tear fall. Any words you say, Will not change my ways. It starts to grow dark, As the razor leaves a red mark. The pain goes away, But the scar will forever stay.
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