Discarded.

Holding back the acidic tears of memory
Wearing old scars of past like an accessory
Remembering that ever existant disgrace
Letting the world drag me back in pace
Our muddled hearts bidding adieu;
Saying goodbye to what we thought we knew.

Good Sir, do you remember me, or have I changed that much?
I suppose my face would look different without the abusive touch.
My arms and legs still carry scars from the morbid pain brought onto me
My mind still aches for wishing that you did not see

Apathetic & Indifferent, Misused & out of Fate
Cradling head in hands, for Death we Await.

Holding back the acidic tears of memory
Wearing old scars of past like an accessory
Remembering that ever existant disgrace
Letting the world drag me back in pace
Our muddled hearts bidding adieu;
Saying goodbye to what we thought we knew.

Good Lady, Dear, please say you recognice my sorrowed eyes.
I suppose my face would look different without hiding behind all the lies.
My soul and heart still bear the scars from the anguish of afflictions,
and my concious still stings from making those decisions.

Strong & Solid, Cold and Servere
Pushing back all those who get near.

Holding back the acidic tears of memory
Wearing old scars of past like an accessory
Remembering that ever existant disgrace
Letting the world drag me back in pace
Our muddled hearts bidding adieu;
Saying goodbye to what we thought we knew.

Good Friend, please say you can recollect our past coming across.
Please inform me not all my worries went to a loss.
The memories are still fresh in my ever wandering mind
Im scared, yes afraid, that you all have left me behind...

Holding back the acidic tears of memory
Wearing old scars of past like an accessory
Remembering that ever existant disgrace
Letting the world drag me back in pace
Our muddled hearts bidding adieu;
Saying goodbye to what we thought we knew.

Quiver & Shiver, Shudder & Hide.
You will never escape, the truth inside.

Dear Acquaintance of my own,
Left to search through the ruins of time, dreaming old dreams of the past.
Medicated to dissolve the surging thoughts to keep us left aghast.
We musn\'t let our minds wander too free, we musn\'t be caught unguarded.
Then our intellect and judgement will be unreachble when we become discarded..

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