My scar

I carved a b in my hand,
With you i was in Neverland.

x marks the spot,
my funeral was bought.

6 on the wrist,
How could i miss?

Chewed food on the floor,
my head hits the door,

Siccors fall to the ground,
I take my last look around,

x marks the spot,
my funeral was bought.

this is about my ex-boyfriend, i thought i loved him and he loved me, but it was all a lie. he carved a k in his hand, so i carved a b in mine. after we broke up, i sliced a big x right thru it, no matter how i cut it up, when the scar heals, the b is still there plain as day, and a reminder,of how much a broken heart really hurts.