You wear your scars like they’re purple hearts a victim’s award. You wear your scars like they’re who you are, your birthmarks.
Find another flaw to blame, another day to stay the same but your refrain, your refrain, your refrain is “I can change, I can change, I can change”
You wear your scars like they’re purple hearts A victim’s award. You wear your scars like they’re who you are, your birthmarks.
Another story to explain, another heart to hold your pain and your refrain, your refrain, your refrain is “I can change, I can change, I can change.”
That night the frost clothed all the trees Your arms slipped numbly from their sleeves Your fingers fumbled through his hair, and I froze at the bottom of the stairs.