Scars

All those scars from my past...
they were once really something.
but everything that happened to me
you know, it wasn't all for nothing

all the pain and regret,
all those things that got me pissed.
sealed within those scars,
all that suffering still exists

but I don't feel it now
I just know they're there
(all those scars, I mean)
but I honestly don't care

whatever made those wounds
tore into my flesh
but enough time has passed
and they're no longer fresh

those wounds are scars now:
something ugly, but they're healed
keeping all the hurt
locked away and sealed

but I'll just take them as
all the lessons that I've learned...
always remembering them
so that the same mistake doesn't return