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What’s a Scar?

Connor Pohlman, Creative Corner & Opinion Editor

By: CJ


I took a shot of you, you never tasted better than now

I think about all that you did that made me furrow my brow

They seemed so harmless at the time, I was entrenched in your vow

Thought you were the prize, but I’m the one you got on discount


The wise man is the one who held his tongue, said nothing at all,

Which one said you’re the sharpest knife in the drawer? I can’t recall,

How much is in the tank to live, to fight, to dream, scrape and claw?

In the way, but at the end of the day, it’s nothing but a wall


It takes a chance to reach a higher plane, it's what I call grace

I took a chance with you, was really like a leap of faith

(Chorus synching with my voice in background) When the going gets on going, there’s no need to save face

What’s a scar without the lessons and the memories you made?

It’s not that easy being a black sheep in a flock full of gray

Can it change? Don’t think so, oh it sounds so plain anyways


The tears that stained the base of my heart dried up like a desert

An angel shouldn’t compensate for love, it’s not what they deserve

The words go in one ear and out the other, just what I heard

So go on fly away, just fly, so high, to the sky, oh little bird


It takes a chance to reach a higher plane, it's what I call grace

I took a chance with you, was really like a leap of faith

When the going gets on going, there’s no need to save face

What’s a scar without the pain and the memories you made?


Emotion only works when you wear it on your sleeve

My feelings spiral, ideas branch off the trunk of my mind’s tree

It wasn’t in the contract you signed, when you adjoined with me

I sense resilience in you, now come on don’t get up and leave

Is it my maturity that flushes your face red 

Better yet, I bet it’s my words better left unsaid 



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