I kept the car where you broke my will,  
Tried to fill it with memories new,  
Hoping they'd bury the echoes still,  
But the shadows of you always grew.  

I went on road trips, and dates so far,  
Yet the wreckage of you lingered on,  
The trunk held secrets, a lasting scar,  
And no journey could make them be gone.  

Still, I clung tight, to erase the pain,  
To prove that you no longer stayed,  
But deep inside, in every lane,  
The ghost of you never did fade.  

You kept winning, mile by mile,  
I thought new memories could mend,  
But you haunted me with that vile smile,  
And in my head, the nightmare wouldn't end.  

So I drove to the place where it all happened,  
And scratched the car with a desperate hand,  
Hoping to break the grip of you,  
But freedom was something I couldn't demand.  

Sold the car, and it's gone,  
Yet the truth stubbornly remains,  
The stain you left, it lingers on,  
Not on the metal but in my veins.  

In the end, it's clear you won,  
For the real scars were never on steel,  
They're etched in me, by what you've done,  
The stains that no time can heal.