Scars

Trying, struggling to be perfect or at least to be right.
You fake it till you make it, but you can't win this worthless fight.

At times you think you're prevailing, leaving this feeling of gloom.
Two steps forward, three crumbling back and it seems that your thoughts don't have room.

Room to escape your flooding mind, filled with thoughts to paint your arms in red.
Logic in your head fights hate in the heart, so torn you could pass for dead.

But this is a secret, please hold it tightly, I can't trust myself while I'm healing so I'll trust you.
Help me grow from this habit and kiss the scars that cover the veins that are healing too.

The nights that you lay in bed thinking of all the things you want To change..... I wish that telepathy really worked... At least just for us. Just for one second. Literally just one, that would be all I need to show you what is going on inside my head That would be the only way to explain, because I can't find the right words, But it seems that a thousand lyrics have it spot on. I've met some great people, but I wouldn't waste a second if you wanted me back, I'd drop them all, I wish that everyone believed in second chances We had the Right love, at the Wrong time.

I feel homesick, while laying in my own bed.
I didn't know it was possible, but I'd say that hurt is blood red.
Alone to dream, but these are Terrible mares of the night.
At war with myself, my head and heart in an ongoing gruesome fight.
Lost in thought, more trapped and caught; quiet and scared.
And to this cold And cruel extreme I'd never been dared.
I dare myself, to make the marks- to feel the scars.
Take it out on my self, am I going too far? ;-No.