they say time heals all wounds but they are wrong, time is but an anaesthetic, numbing you from the pain, with the pain itself. and the scars remain, the scars which you can hide from anyone but yourself, and those who made them. these scars define you, not by choice but by fate.

i’m sorry, for you, for me, i wish i did not but i did, and perhaps, as you said, i was insensitive. i was young and foolish, too full of myself.

these scars define me, i should move on, at least try to. but it pains me. i seek not your forgiveness, but that of my own.

it’s time to move on. i will. i hope.

Thats why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
I know you felt unprepared
But every single time I was around I just bring you down
And I could tell that it was time to be scared
Thats why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
And I know the way I left wasn’t fair
I didn’t want to be around just to bring you down
I’m not a hero but don’t think I didn’t care