Regrets.
Clawing my way to the surface
What are the motives for your acts of violence?
Thirteen years since I learned the truth
Carved in my face and never answered for the blood
I'm unwanted I know the feeling
I never got to try on the in crowd
So I watch the cracks in my hands get deeper
The walls don't hold weight like they used to
I've got these unexplained secrets that no one wants to hear
I carry different regrets
What are the motives for your acts of violence?
Thirteen years since I learned the truth
Carved in my face and never answered for the blood
I'm unwanted I know the feeling
I never got to try on the in crowd
So I watch the cracks in my hands get deeper
The walls don't hold weight like they used to
I've got these unexplained secrets that no one wants to hear
I carry different regrets
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Writer(s): Ahmad Morgan
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