Here I am again
with another ten thousand scars
fading as I try to burn them away
I'd rather be saying "goodbye."
Shut up, I don't want to hear you cry
Thanks for the complains.
Another ten thousand scars on the way.
Watch me try to make them fade
Leave me out in the cold
just like you did yourself.
This isn't a frown
Your not worth my whole world crashing down
Fade away with me.
Watch as I burn in the ashes of my passion.
Believe yourself.
Imagine me.
Imagine me just like everybody.
Believe yourself
your false accusations
These scars aren't real
Just segments of my imagination.
Just segments of your imagination.
Believe me.
Don't you just hate yourself?
so?
Comments
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Why the title Bandwagon?
Your poem was interesting. It didn't exactly capture me. =( Maybe I am just very different.

