One day
Things will be the same
How they were
Yesterday

I was wrong
And I will pay
For the scars
Of yesterday

The hearts will mend
The blisters will peel
Your dreams of yesterday
Will become real

The sun will set
The moon will rise
The thorns from your rose
You will no longer hide

Your heart will burn
Fires become cold
Your stories of yesterday
Will no longer be told

Your wounds will bleed
But you will not ache
You won't pay
For your mistakes...

Of yesterday...
 
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