Scars On My Wrist There's a scar on my wrist for every word that you said. There's a thousand thoughts going round in my head. Sometimes I don't know what to do. So I grab the blade and it cuts through. There's a tear running down my face for every secret you kept. But I still know that you sometimes wonder what would happen if we never met. I know that I'd feel blue, Cause I'd miss my shot to be with you. There's worry for every action you commit. You don't understand god damn it! So I sit here staring off into space. Wondering if I'll lose this mental race. There's hatred running through me. I have thoughts of self destruction you see. Maybe I need to get rid of this stupid mental list. And stop making scars on my wrist.
