My excape
people look down at it...

Love
a word that means happyness...

The scars that mark me
tell of battles I have fought...

Who I am
I am me...

Right befor your eyes
you see me laying and crying...

We all have them
the people who you want to protect...

Here I am
making a promise of I life time...

On my knees
looking at you you...

The ones I love
they know who they are...

You broked me beyond fixing
I told you things I never told anyone...

Here I am
Selling my soul to you...

So I made the perfect promise to my friend
we promised to stop cutting once and for all...