Wishbone Woes

My scars leave the worst impression, I hope I can stand the storm tonight

My scars hail from hell and heaven, I feel lost I’m torn apart inside

I see a ghost in my reflection, for so long I asked him who am I

To no avail I received no answer, he only said he bled more than he cried

And they say they say I don’t love enough

But I prayed I prayed for the love to come

They say they say I don’t love enough

But I prayed I prayed for the love to come

In a journal looking for the old me, I’ve seen it all, memories bleed from my eyes

Grow my thorns so nobody can hold me, build my walls so nobody can gaze inside