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The Artwork On My Arms

Dead Butterflies

A million red lines
Each one holds a story
I'm scared, that they'll come true
I'm scared, they'll become part of you

(You, part of you)

We don't know how I can grow!
These stupid scars!
All over, my stupid arms!

(They're the art of my sadness)
The pain never goes away
This won't just fade

Composição: Dead Butterflies