I take a walk outside. I'm surrounded by some kids at play. I can feel their laughter so, why do I sear?
Twisted thoughts that spin round my head and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything. All the pictures had all been washed in black. Tattooed everything. All the love gone bad turned my world to black. Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be. I know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky but, why can't it be mine?
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