It's slowly driving me mad
Listening to the playlists you made
Of other people singing
What you never had the courage to say

I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.

scar(s) worth the pain
to not feel pain