Turn these scars Into something beautiful I am tired of staring At the mess on my wrists
Take my hurt and Kiss it all better I bet if you tried you could twist My scars into pictures and photographs
Cause this mess that I've made Is a disaster of rage The price that I've paid Is too high to trade
And I am lost in the razors That's I hold so dear My safety will be The death of me
And I'm sorry For only being half of What I used to be And I'm sorry For only being able to Give what's left of me And I'm sorry for all the Mistakes that I've made The thank you's I've not let free
I'm sorry For being there When I'm not
This is another song. Cried while writing it and I cry even harder when I sing it. Three four time, pretty melody and an even prettier piano and cello piece in my head that I can't seem to write. I'm sorry for glazing over and I'm sorry for pretending. I'm sorry for the cuts and I'm sorry for slicing my heart away.