scratched and dented
battered and bruised
we live out lives
with nothing to lose
nothing to gain
little to prove
still we end up
battered and bruised
expectations on hold
inhibitions on the loose
cell blocks so cold
warm hangman's noose
the right to say nothing
the freedom to choose
the results can leave us
battered and bruised
alone in the silence
we snore and we snooze
ignore the reality
the life that we ooze
return to the present
the past full of who's
that left us scarred and damaged
broken and bruised
Rehashing the past: From the ashes...
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