I look down at my scars,
We never get what we want,
The red of the night hides,
So shows up my blood,
Bandages, I try to cover,
It gets dyed red,
Nobody likes me,
Not even my mind,
The quicker it's over the better,
He never got what he wanted,
The filthy liar,
Who is he to think he is better than me,
I look down at his scars,
Who am I to hate myself?
Who are you to let me do it?
Hiding in the corner,
You're not my friend,
No one is,
One friend is all I wanted,
True and loyal to me,
I never got what I wanted,
