I like your smile
the way your lips
go on for miles
then drift apart.
Ripped soft silk
broke as your heart.
I like your smile,
but I love your scars.
I like your eyes,
your longing stare.
Theyre awlfully blue
as green as they are,
but still they shine
like desert stars.
I like your eyes,
but I love your scars.
Cause they show me the pieces of
your past.
They hurt you bad enough for you
to need a friend,
and that your strong enough to know
pain like that,
and I'd be scared
to look for love again.
So come as you are
cause i love your scars.
I like your hands.
They fit so well
when they're in mine.
That I can tell
where your skin is,
where mine starts.
I like your hands,
but I love your scars.
Cause they show me the pieces
of your past.
They hurt you bad enough for you
to need a friend,
and that your strong enough
to know a pain like that.
And I'd be scared
to look for love again.
So come as you are.
I love your scars.
Come as you are.
I love your scars.
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