Proud of the scars that you cut in me,
But now I have to live with them...

Can't return me back to where I came from,
An antique and there's nothing like me...

I'm repeating history,
Same things keep putting me back, always...

Tying off the bow, perfect
Picture now complete...

Swept under carpet,
Old memories of living...

It's special,
Just me and the world at my feet...

A feeling that's unknown,
A substance that's been abused...

Head banged on the gravel road,
Left to suffer in water alone...

Nothing could be better than you,
Nothing could compare...

How do I fight this?
Eyes turning red, and lips becoming dry...

Photographs of the good times,
When nothing ever worried us...

Beautiful smile, a sense so warm,
A loving touch I bare to embrace...