It just sat there
bringing such pain.
it just sat there
echoing his name.
The scar.
it burned
and pulled
and tourtured
and brought pain.
it just sat there.
the scar.
an old memory,
shining with each tear that fell
old memories
old joy
new pain
forever gone.
it just sat there.
the scar.
i can't stand to look in the mirror
i can't stand to look at it
I can't stand how much it hurts
it just sat there.
the scar
the sacrafice
the scar
the begging
the scar
the hate
the scar
the misunderstanding
the scar.
the damned scar.
its not mine to have
its his.
the escape
its not mine
its his
the freedom
its not mine
its his
life
its.
not.
mine.
its his.