Not all of the scars show, not all of the wounds heal, sometimes you can't see the pain that someone's heart has to feel.

My heart still aches in sadness and secret tears still flow. What it meant to lose you, no one will ever know.

And I wonder where you are. . .
And if the pain ends when you die. . .
And I wonder if there could have been
A better way to tell you goodbye. . .

I didn't want to admit it, it was easier to lie, and hide the hurt and emptiness, to smile instead of cry.

The truth is, is that everybody is going to hurt you sooner or later. . .You just have to decide who's worth the pain.

When she cires the makeup runs from her eyes, and it spills the truth about how she really feels inside.

Pain doesn't hurt if it's all you've ever felt. . .

I'll just lock away the pain, put away all of my fears, show you only fake smiles, but never the hidden tears.

The scars on my wrists are proof that people like you really do exist. . .

I wish that I could find out what's wrong with me. . .That way I could say, "This is the way I used to be".