Through the illusion of time
And intoxicating companions,
Our unconscious souls clashed
In the most intimate form
That I know you will fight to forget
As I mend the scars on the doll.
The clash of our souls,
Blurs and reluctance,
Turn into truth.
The clash of our cores
This accidental yet magical bond.
That I must fight to forget
As I mend the scars on the doll.
When did the door allow us in?
How did the shirts unbuttoned?
When did the belts ceased to buckle?
Why don't they want to respond?
Let me then mend
What our hands once tore voluntarily
Let me sow a new smile.
Let me mend the scars on the doll.
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