Show me you got
Check out what you wrought
Sleeves cant cover
When it's one after another
Poor thing, must be tired
Sucks that your brains hardwired
That these scars suffice
I know you think they look nice
You say that you're an artist
Is this really what you meant?
Red doesnt look good on you
And tears dont work as concealer
Dont draw that line
Everything will be fine
It's just a scratch
It'll heal and grow back
Dont you scream
Let those shining eyes gleam
Take out your notebook
And you can have everyone hooked
Your talent is there
Go and show it off
Every one will read
And you will be happy
Show them what you got
Let them see what you wrought
Sleeves dont need to cover
When it's one after another
Lucky thing, must be tired
Now that your brain is hardwired
Your art will definitely suffice
Everyone thinks it looks nice
©custer
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