This story is told, through the scars we behold;
Can you feel it in your hands tonight,
The pulse of the story written by your fight,
The one that no one will ever know
The story that is told through crimson sorrow
OH! we go and we find it all insufficient,
“SORRY” is just a meaningless word we hear and
“LOVE” is something we’ll never know and
WE will never be apart cause
These lines bind us
Like crimson ribbon tying us
To our stories
like bleeding roses
laying on the black maple
like some sad fable
we tell our stories
laid down in beds and
OH! we go and we find it all insufficient,
“SORRY” is just a meaningless word we hear and
“LOVE” is something we’ll never know and
WE will never be apart cause
a work in progress lol
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