Sep 27, 2004 20:48
I hold the shard up to my arm,
Bad blood and memories.
I see the crow inside my head,
And i know my time has come.
Open arm,
Flesh and blood,
I use the scars as memories.
You see an open arm,
I see the relief.
You'll never feel the pain,
until you hear these words...
Open arm,
Flesh and blood,
I uses these scars as memories.
Memories of the love,
Memories of the hate,
You'll never know of what you did,
Until it is way too late...