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SCARS
DAVE THE POET

Peel back my skin, Open up my chest
Everything bared, Confess
You can ask, About the scars
Which grace my soul
Don’t lie, About love
You’re in control

Life will kill you, Loneliness is worse
Together, God’s curse
The innocence of love, Really sucks you in
Once around the block, You’re an old has-been
Maybe this summer, I’ll think about spring
Lie to myself, About everything
You can ask, About the scars
Which grace my soul
Don’t lie, About love
I’ve, Never been whole

Parts from the past, Mixed with paper mache’
Make, A present day collage of tragedy
I bow to pleasure, Walk with pain
Dance with Gods, It’s all the same
A second in time, Interrupted by you
Nothing is purer, Then unfiltered truth
You can ask, About the scars
Which grace my soul
Don’t lie, About love
I’m totally exposed