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I can put on a pretty good show

I know just the words to say

But no one would ever even knows

The memories that cut within my brain.



Scars of a past life still burn

And they never seem to fade

They've constantly left and returned

Without a warning; they won't go away.



Somewhere in my fucked up mind ---

I find resolve.

Somewhere in this fucked up life ---

I have a cause.



My life hasn't even begun yet

But somehow, I want this to end

I can't begin to explain this clearly;

What causes my broken and cracked memory.



Somewhere in my fucked up mind ---

I find resolve.

Somewhere in this fucked up life ---

I have a cause.



[Somewhere in this cracked memory;

My scars and wounds are all I see.]