Scars are reminders
But cease to creating a flse timer
Until we explod all over the counter
Fighting ourselges aroung every corner
People say they understand how the hell can they when we are loners
But we smile and except ther symapthy like pathetic stoners
And th eworst part is we are all prisnores
Our cells get smaller wnd smaller
But to want q higger one
Is wishfull thinks
Xoxo silver
