It was my fault to make myself.
It will always be my fault cos I trusted you.
Maybe ignorantly or maybe stupidly.
The scar in my arm will forever remind me,
Not of my tears,
But of how strong I am that I fought you demon.
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It was my fault to make myself. It will always be my fault cos I trusted you. Maybe ignorantly or maybe stupidly. The scar in my arm will forever remind me, Not of my tears, But of how strong I am that I fought you demon.