My breast,
**Has a scar,
and I don't know the real lie I've told to so many,**
*To be Honest,
with myself,*
I barely want to know more then the lies I've told
on how I've gotten it,
but I learned that,
boys will hurt you,
**and sometimes those things will never leave,
and that they may be,
the only mark you see,**
different from the ones on my arms,
**and there comes a time in your life,
where you're not scared,**
but then you're scared of everything,
you just have to hope for a better tomorrow,
because everything stay with you,
physically,
and mentally,