I look at the cuts and scars
I've made on my lonely wrist
The unusual way they are placed
Not straight but in a twist
I look at the cuts on my arm
And I remember all the tears
All the things that made me suffer
Within all these painful years
I look at the scars on my arm
Some made from a long time ago
I was amazed that i didn't get caught
And that only one person was to know
I look at the tears on my face
Dripping slowly to the floor
Nobody knowing why they appear
And why my heart is so tore
I look through these past years
And all my memories are flooded with pain
Because you never gave a damn or cared
And your love was just a foolish game...
