Let The Scars Do The talking

My scars tell my life story,
ya wanna hear it?
It's not a happy ending,
cause' this ain't no fairy tale.

The first slice is on my fore arm,
right by my vein.
My mother told me she hated me,
that sure was a confidence gain.
I won't tell ya the rest,
I'll let my scars do the talking.

The next one is a keeper,
it's on the pulse of my neck.
My so called "best friend"she wished I was dead
I was only trying to fulfill her wish.
Ya wanna know what happens next?
I won't tell you.
Let the scars do the talking.

This last one is my favorite,
it's by my heart. (Whats left of it)
My bf told me he thought I was dirty-trash,
And I did what people usually do w/trash.
I tried to burn the so called trash that I am.
The rest is not a pretty tale.
I won't tell ya what happens next,
Let the scars do all of the talking.