16 January 2013

I wear the scars, they don't wear me.

I set the boundaries, choose what they'll be.

I write my lines, they don't fall out.

And if I speak, I may just shout.

I wear the scars, they don't wear me.

I use my eyes, that's how I see.

I sing with words, for they're my vice.

My charms are mine, I don't entice.

I wear the scars, they don't wear me.

And if I pay, I choose the fee.

The light is bright, or not at all.

And if I'm lost, I'll choose to fall.

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