i seem to have this wound
this cut that never seems to heal
it reminds me of you
the life that was never meant to be

you see everytime i try to heal
to seal the wound and let it be
you seem to come back to wreak havoc
and reopen it fresh and new

i hide it from view
keep it from everyone, including you
yet you just seem to know always where it is
and when to peel it back and let it ooze
let it be raw
you seem to know how to inflict pain
even with the slightest touch

i just wait for the day
that i can, and will close that door
can, and will seal you out
and finally, finally, seal that paper cut

shut.