Scars...

Removing scars is a tricky business, isn't it?
They look worse than the fist cut, til it heals, bit by bit.
My hands look awful, my hands are ruined.
Before I started, I wondered if could turn back when I did.
If you thought I could, just stay tuned.

I wish I could keep to the butterfly project,
I wish my hands were still pure, and clean.
I wish I had a sister who cared, one who'd protect.
No, that wish was too difficult, it seems,
I'm not going anywhere, unless it involves a blade's gleam.

I'm in a self-inflicted hell, my blood covers a dance floor,
I wis I could pay to take away everything,
My anger, my scars, my haters, my family.
But I can't, it's not possible, I had to endure more and more.