It must have been
A while ago
I got a deep seated scar
So pleasantly marked
Upon my left forearm
Someone dug their nails
So deep inside of me
As if, marking their love for me
And there they stay
Three straight lines
So perfectly marked
I guess, I'll be carrying em
Forever with me
All the way
to my grave
Nick Kler
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