She's standing in the darkness,
Reflected by the mirrors of her eyes.
She watching and waiting...
For another truthful lie.
She's scratches at the scars,
Imaginary and real.
She traces over the ones that show,
Just to remember how they feel.
Sorrow wells deep within,
And she swallows it down,
Mournful cries tear at her throat
Craving running strong enough to almost help her drown.
She's drawing pictures in the darkness,
The paint a blackened red.
She's letting fingers draw you one more time,
Because now in her mind you are finally .
Imaginary scars
Imaginary scars
live is not always fair unless your me!
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