Whenever I held your hands I thought about your scars Whenever I held your hands I thought about your scars

Every smile hides a story. Every smile hides a story.

The poet wishes to go back to the night where they met. The poet wishes to go back to the night where they met.

There is something with the head full of thoughts -The calmest scream... There is something with the head full of thoughts -The calmest scream...

It's time to realize, the true effect Of the words, we spat out It's time to realize, the true effect Of the words, we spat out