Look at my hands
what a story they tell
How time has weathered
and aged them well
And look at my wrists
a road map to life
With lines and scars
that are told by a knife
A look to my mind
now that can scare
Too see all the truths
and hurts laid bare
Mow look in my eyes
tell what you see
Am I more, or am I less
than you thought me to be?
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You turn to me
and in your eyes
I find a fate
I cant deny
the look you give
means more than words
but all I feel
is moving backwards
my heart says one thing
my head says another
but I am far too
scared to discover
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