You look at me and see a girl with a broken heart. I look at myself and don’t know where to start.
I see a girl with faded eyes, her external wounds nothing compared to the one’s she’s got within.
Scars are nothing more than fading skin, while deep inside they tell her story, hide her lies.
The ways she hurt herself makes even her cringe. When the past comes into mind she’d rather be somewhere else.
Only a victim of circumstance she reminds herself, as her sane thoughts are caught on a bro