See these cuts upon my arms, the ones that have the scars.
These are all memories that have mostly hurt my heart.
They remind me of the times I felt like giving up.
They tell a story of my mind and what I was thinking of.
They can not be forgot, nor erased upon my arm.
These are all the memories that have mostly hurt my heart.
Everyone who sees, they do not know the truth.
They can only think and talk about all the things I do.
I am different you see from the others all around.
I keep to my own but the voices are so loud.
Know one knows the life that I have endured.
Know one can help me and my scars cannot be cured.
See these cuts upon my arms, the ones that have the scars.
These are all the memories that have mostly hurt my heart.
