"yesterday was simply what i was, and tomorrow- even that will be gone"
in a world where skin is only as thick as ripped pages from poetry books
we leave pieces of ourselves behind in time
in rhyme
schemes mean we arent playing fair
but fair aint loving
fair aint killing either
she said we aint playing fair
but shes not the one paying prices in tears
i've got the scars to prove her mistakes wrong
got the eyes to call her demon in the middle of darkness
we are gone
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