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Behind the scars I'm strong
I'm really getting along I'm forever hoping I won't let my dreams Corrupt I'm gonna always be coping But there's still the huge cut The Gash that you left behind Tortured into my soul, into my mind Fixated into my body, entwined into me But now I'm leaving, edging to be free. The Scars reveal nothing of what you did That's just a little, the rest you hid And So Did I in denial; afraid to admit But now I'm moving on, I've still got my wit! Behind these scars is a pretty face Something that's not gonna let you break her anymore She's no longer feeling a disgrace Although her bruises, cuts and scars may be sore. She's gonna escape, find a way, and eventually soar. Behind these scars are nothing but memories
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