If I made it why are there stitches in my chest
If I’m the beloved why is my gun empty
I’m lost in the desert
We are the only ones left
Aren’t we ?
I’m the one aren’t I ?
They say I’m tangled
As I run away from your accident
It’s like I’m fine leaving the scene of this crime
They ask if I’m alright
I think I’m in shock
As they report it on the news tonight
Yeah it’s that kind of story
Right ?
I couldn’t explain it if I tried .
I’m like the tomb raider in this ordinary life
No one could ever know what it was like
The strife .
It’s like the twisted metal of the wreckage is my life
But hold on I’ll brush off my knees
Wash off the tears
Hide the make up smeared across my face
Because I’m just fine ......
You say you get it
No one gets it .
I’m a different breed
I’m branded .
I’ve been in a different story
The kind you see in those movies .
I try to live this normal life
But then the memories hit me .
I’m a modern day super hero
My nights aren’t coffee and tea
My gun is empty
I’m healing
You almost destroyed me .
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