Tekst:
Teamkiller Some Scars Some Hope

left are beautiful memories and the moments we have shared but to regret means to step back we got to look forward we got to move on hope is the very

Friends on the weekend strangers the rest how do you measure friendship why are we friends you call me a friend but do you even know me do you even

These scars I see bring me back in time when I had nothing and that was fine wasted years for a fucking wasted world there are so many fucked up memories

someone else?s light you come crawling to me as if to cover yourself any respect that migh be lying around my feet as if it would lend your life some