Where did you get that scar? I was bit by a shark,
But the teeth were my razors and the ocean was my thoughts.
I thought I could swim on my own, but my friends were what
Pulled me to the rocks.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance
Where did you get that scar? I was bit by a shark,
But the teeth were my razors and the ocean was my thoughts.
I thought I could swim on my own, but my friends were what
Pulled me to the rocks.
