In These Scars
In these Scars are the memories...
In these Scars is the pain.
In these Scars is the heartache...
In these Scars is the rain.
It was 2 weeks ago,
The dreadful moment when I it up again.
Stood before my mirror, no shirt,
Like I was in my den.
I took my silver friend,
And took it to my arm.
And all down my arm,
I started to self harm.
Normally I fight it,
I had done many times before.
But in this moment I wanted it,
More, more and more.
Left now are these scars,
Some vicious and not.
But after what I've just done,
Do it again, I shall not.
In these Scars is the pain.
In these Scars is the heartache...
In these Scars is the rain.
It was 2 weeks ago,
The dreadful moment when I it up again.
Stood before my mirror, no shirt,
Like I was in my den.
I took my silver friend,
And took it to my arm.
And all down my arm,
I started to self harm.
Normally I fight it,
I had done many times before.
But in this moment I wanted it,
More, more and more.
Left now are these scars,
Some vicious and not.
But after what I've just done,
Do it again, I shall not.