Scars last

Knowing everything and all the mistakes
Picking up the knife in my hand
Putting it to my wrists knowing I can
Press hard and hope for no one to see
But I canâ??t hide it; itâ??s who I used to be
The scars are hard to keep from him
Itâ??s something he should know
And itâ??s something I let go
I donâ??t want to tell
But what do I do if he asks
I canâ??t lie the scars are to deep
And I donâ??t want anyone to see who I used to be
I donâ??t think he would accept my past
And that scars last