Is it really true?
That I am not the only problem
Is it really true?
That I don't need to keep the pain – but I've grown used to it
I don't know anything else but the pain
I don't know anything else but the hate of the reflection I see in the mirror
I don't know where to start

So even though I should have gotten up, I sat back down
For my eyes were accustomed to the darkness and I didn't know if I wanted to try again
My heart was scared, my hands tired
I couldn't get up
There's so much I didn't know
What if I stepped out there and got hurt again
Why do I have to see constantly the people who have caused me pain
Is there hope for someone like me with so many scars...............