Sometimes i sit and wonder how life plays you around
how the scars of your past seem to always hover around
no matter how long lost and how far back
they appear out of hiding without losing track
they are like those permanent open wounds unwilling to heal
although how many of them you carry is largely how strongly you feel
they define how emotionally damaged you are
no matter how much you challenge the spar
everyone i see around carries these ghosts of the past
its like a live trigger to be used at will for all known to the cast
its amazing though how often you face these questions you avoid
as if there was nothing else to fill that time and space void
its like murphy follows you around to have some fun
soon enough you searching everywhere for the pun
they see these marks define the person you are and you'd go on to become
i wish i could stay forever a clean slate to even repeat the same mistakes at the risk of being a bum!
