The Devotchkas - My Scars Each day I dig my own grave In hopes my sanity will be saved After everyone and everything has let me down I sink into the sorrow that holds me a slave In a crowded room screaming Just help me please They turn a deaf ear as I fall to my knees Just help me, please These are years of anger and frustration Ive become a victim of my own vindication With lack of trust, I left my brain away from me outside I go in my thoughts, that is where i hide Though they'll forget what they have done throughout these horrid years I count the number of days, I will not forget my tears Everyday I bite my tongue So my wasted words dont hurt noone After everything ive loved has been taken from me The lonely mess pulls me into oblivion In a crowded room screaming Just help me please They turn a deaf ear as I fall to my knees Just help me, please A lie is left of memories of my unhappy past I try to not to hold on to them, but they keep fading fast Damn these scars youve given me They will forever last.
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