I still see the scars sometimes
even though they're faded know,
when I'm cold and my skin gets paler
I see their ghosts
where they used to line my arms
like guards, they thought they were helping me
instead they were a runway
to the final act which I had no nerve to perform
lucky, isn't it?

Still I see you, trying to free the emotions
Helplessly trapled inside my flesh
maybe I could rip them out
makeover that would cause my heart to stop beating