Healing...
A certain voice, speaks to me,
My filter breaks, shatters colors.
The scars I have, take me back,
Everyday, my body crying.
Don't know what to say.
I must be healing, this must be healing,
I must be, someone brand new.
A certain voice, speaks to me,
My filter breaks, a thousand secrets,
Falling on deaf ears.
I must be healing, this must be healing,
I must be, someone brand new.
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