There’s no marks on my hands from all the fights we’ve been in
Running mascara is the only black eye you ever gave me.
Your words cut so deep, but you never made me bleed
The scars I have are the kind you can’t see.

There is one from the night you left me
When you swore you were never coming back.
Another runs deep, from the day you let me leave.
You stood laughing as you watched me try to pack.

The things you say to me when you’re angry
Hit harder than any punch ever could.
You always knew what to say to hurt me
And it got me good like you knew it would.  

Now when I think of you, I feel nothing,
Only emptiness and pity where love once was.
All those tears I cried were full of memories
And now they’ve washed us away in their flood.