𝐃È𝐉𝐀 𝐕𝐔

Don’t let the same flame burn you twice

I am a gallery of scars, your blade is nothing new.

Take more chances Dance more dances

I was raised with manners. but if you go low, I'll take us both to hell.

Can you remember, who you were; before the world told you who you should be?

If you’re reading this, it’s too late

If not now when? If not me who?