I have scars.
I have scars you can see
but mostly,
I have scars past the surface of me.
I have scars from injuries,
I have scars from the words
I used to believe.
I have scars long and wide,
I have scars that scream out
'why?'
There's even a couple of scars
from the boy who'd pass by
in green cars.
I have scars from my first love,
and I will have scars from my last.
All my scars are from my past,
which is why you didn't even
have to look twice
to have known
that.