Everything is getting better,
As long, I have my long sleeved sweater,
Then can I almost forget,
What there was happening in my head.

I got a terrible mark,
I want hide in the whispering dark,
Where no one never saw,
The pictures that I once had to draw.

However, I was weak and fell in love,
Suddenly my legs was uncovered,
He saw my scars,
And my eye’s started sparkling like the stars.

He rolled up his sleeves and said “it’s okay, I have mine too”
He hugged me and whispered “and I’m still in love with you”