look at the stories my arms have told
when i have stopped dancing
to greet you the time
you stood in the moonlight
whispering to me
that I was lost
so lost
that you would never find me
when i have stopped dancing
to greet you the time
you stood in the moonlight
whispering to me
that I was lost
so lost
that you would never find me
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Yes, scars on the arms have their stories to tell. So do the eyes if you will allow someone to look deep enough.
Do you think that you are lost, too? If so, look down. That is where you are. The question is, where do you want to get to, hmm?