Oh my god
Look in the mirror
A shadow full of scars
Not visible to anyone
Cause for the fear of judjement
She also hides them from God
So much pain
Would normally kill you
But the wishpers in her head
Sing a song and say
Don't let them ruin your beautiful rhythmA.M.
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PoetryHo iniziato a scrivere poesie in modo ironico, le prime non avevano un senso. Poi, con il tempo ho capito la loro importanza e non sono più riuscita a fare a meno di comporle perché mi permettevano di sfogare qualsiasi pensiero avessi nella testa...
2. Beautiful rhythm
Oh my god
Look in the mirror
A shadow full of scars
Not visible to anyone
Cause for the fear of judjement
She also hides them from God
So much pain
Would normally kill you
But the wishpers in her head
Sing a song and say
Don't let them ruin your beautiful rhythmA.M.