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Bed Sheet Scars
Wake up sun in my eyes
I wish I could be free
Felt me from the inside
I'm blinded cannot see
I keep making mistakes
I'm breaking myself
Made another earthquake
I broke my own shell
Bed sheet scars layered on my skin
Naked stars show me just how far
That I've come think of all the sins
But its these marks that tell me when I'll fall
Temporarily tattooed
With the ink of many stars
I think of it now I'm screwed
Cause I've lost so many wars
Laying lonely here with you
recovering is so hard
Thinking of you I'm so crude
Healing from the bed sheet scars
Shake off this feeling so
I can start running
My thoughts can be alone
Be free in the streets
I should just walk away
And not deal with you
Seductive are your ways
Torture being with you
Bed sheet scars layered on my skin
Morning stars show me just how far
That I've come think of all the sins
But its these marks that tell me when I'll fall
Temporarily tattooed
With the ink of many stars
I think of it now I'm screwed
Cause I've lost so many wars
Laying lonely here with you
recovering is so hard
Thinking of you I'm so crude
Healing from the bed sheet scars
I just keep coming back and back again again
And I just act like this is all just fun and games
I should be smart and leave you by yourself
But this the kind of urge that I can't help
And I can tell I didn't make it very far
I'm covered by and tattooed in the bed sheet scars
Wake up sun in my eyes
I wish I could be free
Felt me from the inside
I'm blinded cannot see
Progress not going far
Broken all resources
I'm left with bed sheet scars
And left with your voice
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