damaged goods.

On the inside

We’re both damaged goods

With me spilling blood from every single crevice

And you releasing smoke from the open holes

But we try to cover our wounds

Pretend that we don’t exist on the same plane

It doesn’t work

You see my scars

And I see your bruises

But we still live in denial

Refusing to accept

We’re both damaged goods

Inside out

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