Scars
Excuse me for the second chance I gave your broken heart. I’ve battled the same demons to replace what’s torn apart.
By now you know the scars they’ve left will never heal from pain... you live in your own misery and target me as gain.
Raised by different expectations... the means of goals we reach. Me by hard work and it’s reward, you by undisciplined breach.
You lost the good inside you, that made you all I wanted. Now I’m stuck in hopeless dreams that only leave me haunted.
I pray one day you’ll see my intentions were to only help us succeed, and live a life unmotivated by the selfishness of greed.
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