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by SheFlowsThroughMyVeinsLikePosion Nov 18, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
The scars are my story, of all the times i was lost I ran out of options, my flesh became the costEach has a memory, buried deep down inside To remind me of the times, i fell of the rideThe blue prints of my body, show were i lost hope They will show you the moments, where i just couldn't copeThe will show you weaks, slight signs of defeat Where i broke under pressure, crumbled under the heatDont use what you find, sinply to make me fall Cause if i give you my heart, i give you my allThese scars are reminders, of another broken heart I now hate promises of ,"Baby, i wont tear you apart"So think twice before you use me, think twice before you start Dont bother loving me, if you plan to break my heart