WrittenSolace

Friday 3rd June 2016

Well you told me that you killed somebody

Someone deep inside

And then you started crying

But refused to tell me why

So you told me why you missed that party

The one on September 10th

And then you decided to tell me

Why your sleeves had doubled in length

Now we're sat at the gas station

Four hours has passed us by

And through the foggy room

I see the nothing within your eyes,

I see what used to hold galaxies

Full of endless shinning stars

But now every time you adjust your sleeves

I'm distracted by your scars.