scars
Once again i'm staring to the scars
the scars on my arms, legs and belly.
they remember me how fuckt up my life is.
I want to stop, but my knife calls my name
and I can't resist.
That feeling makes me feel a little bit better.
I can't cry so I have to cut.
Friends, I'm so sorry but I can't hardly talk
about my problems. You shouldn't understand.
I just wanna have someone who really loves me,
who's there when I need him.
But all the boy's I ever had hurted me, cheated me.
Everytime my heart broke there were a couple of scars
more..
I'm so sorry,
my life is a walking nightmare..(w)