Scars Somehow you always seem to fade away, My thoughts for you kept behind the glass, But now they're waking up, Abused no more, with broken skin, I raise a bloodied one-finger salute, You, Grow up, Stand up, Shut up, No longer do I sit behind empty words, Slicing through the sickness, So ugly now I see the real you, See your true colours, Scars to be unmade, Scars turn life to gray, Scars I sever into you, Scars to be unmade, Scars turn life to gray, Scars I sever into you, Scars that bleed right through, Scars to drag you down, Scars of time in which you'll drown, I, Failed you? Drowned you, Fuck you. ...thoughts please...
You have truly mastered the art of being sad but not emo. Looking at the title, I suspected something emoish but its really cool, I can imagine this with beats and cool electric guitar. I like the way you've worded it, and how it all pans out, if thats the expresssion I want. Love the last line.