Scars
Listen is in my blood to lead. My sin got me so tired I can't sleep. Listening to falling Angels weep. When I shoved them of the edge on to this hell of a earth. Jumping right after happily falling in love with hurt. Inner ones begging me to return back to dirt. Suicidel me and Kurt shared the same cold vains. No name kids with scars second guessing there worth. Scoping the scene for love but can't seem to find the unconditional one any more. Hate sits on the throne Cupid acting all grown just wanting to be left alone.
