its about her past life and how she will carry it through her life |
She sits on the cold bus seat staring out the window looking at the world pass by She sits on the cold bus seat as she remembers her old home her room her bed her collectibles She sits in the cold bus seat glancing down at the faint white lines across her wrist She sits on the cold bus seat skimming her finger across and feeling the small indentions She sits on the cold bus seat thinking about life ahead how she will carry on She sits on the cold bus seat and thinks about her souvenirs the scars that she will keep forever She sits in the cold bus seat holding her little book along with her old rustic necklace She sits on the cold bus seat her hands clinging onto each other creating dampness between She sits on the cold bus seat as she thinks about her past creating painful memories She sits on the cold bus seat holding her little souvenirs and looking down at her wrists once again She sits on the cold bus seat remembering that she will forever hold these the things that hold her together She sits on the cold bus seat with her necklace with her lines She sits on the cold bus seat as the bus slowly stops and people leave She stands up slowly Walking to new land with her scars and souvenirs |