I can't remember what you said to me but I just know you made me cry.
And I'd lie awake for hours while I tried to figure out why.
All these tears I held inside for years and years and years,
Started pouring out of me before I could face my fears.
I ran a long, cold finger across the nasty scar on my face,
I just wished I knew what I did for you to put it in it's place.
However, as I compared to the scars on wrist,
I realized that maybe there wasn't a twist.
Maybe you didn't need a reason to strike,
Because I was just something people didn't like.