I soar on wings, of broken dreams,
And heed the facts as mere warnings...

You look at this world with hatred
Anger burns in your heart...

Skin is thin and unbroken,
Like words of hate, left unspoken...

Three times since, and three times then,
Three times to realize I can't win...

Suffocate me with words of hate,
Drown me in feelings of scorn...

I'm sorry that I get upset,
Whenever you do wrong...

Not all scars show,
Not all wounds heal...