Each and every little scar
one in the shape of a perfect star
some ex's and other straight lines
how could i have been so blind
how could i not see
all that you were doing to me
or was it myself
to scared to ask for help
sometimes i want to go back to that place
other times i want it all to be erased
if i knew what it would do in the long run
all i did, i might not have done
