Aching from the outside into the inside,
Don't know where most of the wounds came from,
Though I do know that I can't stand the sight of them all.

Every single thing,
Brings back memories,
Memories I don't want to remember.

Call me a teenager,
I'm making a fool out of myself,
If I told you the things I loved,
You wouldn't care,
But if I tell you the things I hate,
I'm so selfish for talking about them.

Every single thing,
Brings back memories,
Memories I don't want to remember.

Scars on my arm,
If it's romantic or edgy,
That's up to you to choose,
I can't wait to get older,
Maybe I'll get taken seriously,
I try my best to look natural,
You still put me down.

Every single thing,
Brings back memories,
Memories I don't want to remember.

I guess, this is who I am,
And I need to remind myself of that,
But you don't like me,
You think you know my head,
You think you know my struggles,
Well I'd like you to leave.