Scratches do go,
and scars do fade...

You mean the world to me,
but i hide it...

Gangsters this and gangsters that,
to be honest they are all t**ts...

Some times i feel like my parent don't care,
or that they don't even know I'm there...

Today when i got home all i hear is blah blah this...

Really i don't see the point,
why cant you say it to peoples faces...

Someone hear my cries of help,
i made a shout...

Hello its me,
I'm here again...

I have these things that are inside,
they do not live...

Ive had enough of these people,
destroying everyones reps...

I'm in another mood for making my point,
ill speak my mind till I'm in the ground...

Scratches will go,
scars will fade...