Yesterday you kissed me like you loved me.
Tonight you tell me that there was never anything there.
I smell you on my skin and it seems that no matter
how hard I scrub it wont go away.
My hands have started to bleed because I keep
scrubbing and I'm only losing skin.
I know tomorrow you will lay your head against my chest
and tell me you love me. I will believe because it sounds so real
But then I will come home and scrub again.
I guess what I'm trying to say is when you love someone
even if they don't love you back, they leave their mark,
and all you'll have left is scars of where you scrubbed too hard.