paroles de chanson Framed Stretch Marks - Braille , Propaganda
Dimelo!
Eres
mi
alma!
Siempre!
If
I
could
I'd
frame
your
stretch
marks
You
only
get
them
two
ways
Giving
birth
or
dropping
weight
Either
way,
serious
pain
She
is
my
pride,
my
bride
But
before
her
vato
my
pride
was
my
bride
The
picture
of
endurance,
gave
birth
to
a
miracle
Them
lines
are
memorials,
freedom
from
the
torture
And
pounds
you
put
on
were
the
defense
mechanism
Like
"Maybe
if
I
was
ugly,
then
he
would
stop
touching
me"
And
you
endured
the
teasing
of
a
fat
girl
on
a
track
team
and
kept
running
Huh,
you
tuned
out
the
ridicule
and
every
calorie
burn
A
cause
for
celebration
Them
lines
are
victory
laps,
eternal
gold
medals
When
I
see
'em,
I'm
reminded
of
the
freedom,
I'm
so
proud
of
you
How
can
I
ever
question
the
strength
and
ever
doubt
you?
And
your
struggles
inspire,
it's
physical
literature
But
the
pain
who
gave
life
with
the
scars
To
prove
it,
if
I
could,
I'd
frame
them
It
isn't
love
if
doesn't
hurt
If
you
don't
feel
it,
then
it
doesn't
work!
The
pain
removes
the
scales,
pulls
back
the
veil
The
bruises
in
the
blood
will
always
tell
the
tale
Of
the
grace
of
grief,
the
beauty
of
brokenness
The
piece
of
pain,
the
hope
of
hopelessness
The
ease
of
emotion,
the
frame
for
the
feelings
The
scars
and
stretch
marks,
the
proof
of
God's
healing
Yeah,
the
birth
pains
have
changed
Stretched
to
the
limits,
stretched
marks
from
giving
birth
To
the
death
of
a
cynic
and
cinematic
My
emotions
like
motion
pictures
imagine
A
world
with
no
beauty
in
it,
all
I
see
is
the
negative
Undeveloped
negatives,
nothing
worth
framing
in
my
frame
of
mind
It's
like
an
empty
gallery
with
white
painted
balls
All
the
flaws
are
hidden,
I
just
wanna
adjust
my
focus
Cause
all
I
ever
noticed
is
the
thorns
on
the
roses
And
it's
moments
like
this
when
my
hope
is
misguided
And
I'm
looking
for
perfection
in
a
place
I
can't
find
it
My
body
bears
the
marks
of
missing
the
mark
daily
The
only
hope
I
hold
is
knowing
that
my
God
will
never
fail
me
Even
though
I
fall
short
and
that's
no
tall
tale
Now
I
drive
my
point
home
with
that
new
car
smell
I
see
beauty
in
the
scars,
like
colors
in
a
collage
The
greatest
love
gave
me
life
through
His
death
on
the
cross,
yeah!
It
isn't
love
if
doesn't
hurt
If
you
don't
feel
it,
then
it
doesn't
work!
The
pain
removes
the
scales,
pulls
back
the
veil
The
bruises
in
the
blood
will
always
tell
the
tale
Of
the
grace
of
grief,
the
beauty
of
brokenness
The
piece
of
pain,
the
hope
of
hopelessness
The
ease
of
emotion,
the
frame
for
the
feelings
The
scars
and
stretch
marks
are
the
proof
of
God's
healing
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