Slow and peacefully
With every scar comes a memory
Slowly fading away from me
I'm gonna reach for what I can see
Each detail spreading like leaves on a tree
I'm gonna write myself a story
And my remembrance becomes cloudy
Everything I've done recalled saltily
I haven't had an original thought lately
Every little thing fading shakily
I'm gonna write myself a story
And maybe, just maybe,
These scars will be the only thing you see
And maybe you'll see
I haven't, not yet, lost me
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