Rising from this Hell
Rising from this hell
Who’d want to see their past
Yet my scars are all there to tell
Who could have guessed where I would dwell
They presumed I lived the life, but I was miscast.
Rising from this hell
Thinking of a past where things were all well
Who would have thought of how much life was really harassed
Yet my scars are all there to tell
Life had coerced me to hear the knell
Should have i only known that you were the one to cause this “downcast”
Rising from this hell
Behind the walls, your unfaltering smile would dispel
That lovely facade you unmask
Yet mine is all but there to tell
Who had dared to touch our dear belle
My death had them aghast
Rising from this hell
My scars are all there to tell
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