Scarring Words
Like a knife
Your words cut me deep
Penetrating my skin
While I sleep
Scarring tissue
Leaving marks
That only disappear
In the dark
I cover them in cloth
And hide away my shame
He tells me every morning
I'm no longer a pretty dame
If I was pretty
If I was smart
Would you still hide me
Behind this art?
You paint on my face
A brush in your hand
You tell me that no-one
Would understand
The marks you leave
You say it's your care
That I should be happy
You said, "life isn't fair"
So behind this paint
Is where I hide
Waiting for you
To see my side
Your words cut me deep
Penetrating my skin
While I sleep
Scarring tissue
Leaving marks
That only disappear
In the dark
I cover them in cloth
And hide away my shame
He tells me every morning
I'm no longer a pretty dame
If I was pretty
If I was smart
Would you still hide me
Behind this art?
You paint on my face
A brush in your hand
You tell me that no-one
Would understand
The marks you leave
You say it's your care
That I should be happy
You said, "life isn't fair"
So behind this paint
Is where I hide
Waiting for you
To see my side