sure as hell hope the cuts on my back don't heal
they'll turn to scars reminders of the way we feel
every whisper and word that was spoken
trying to fix what was broken
in us.

i can feel that you slipping away
in the 28 hour drive i wish i could make
just to see you
just to hear you
just to be near you

you know that i fucking hate everything
mainly this distance that keeps you out of reach
from my cold hands
that need to hold you
just like it told you

i sure as hell hope the cuts on my back don't heal
they'll turn to scars reminders of the way that we feel
every whisper and word that was spoken
trying to fix what was broken in us

i was filled with so much shame

as i sat in the cold i embraced this heartache

you were always the one i loved

i made so many promises

please hold me to them

because i'll ruin this

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