Scars

Why do you have scars there?
Is that from the war you battle every single day in your head?
Don’t be ashamed, you’re a star
I know it’s hard, sometimes I want to get drunk in a bar
I don’t smoke and I want a cigar
I walk in the subway, I see lonely people playing guitars
I know it’s hard, you’re not alone
We all have scars
My mind is so chaotic I want to take a trip to mars, never come back
But this is where we’re meant to be
Will you fight it or let it be?
Hold on tight, this is something we will defeat

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