Instead of frowning
at what I am...

The song on the radio
claims to know love...

Kerosene wishes, they rush through her head.
Flames all around her... dancing shoes filled with...

Sailing away on an ocean of dreams,
Drowning in reasons to see and be seen...

Remind me again?
Do you love me or not...

No one else knows what he has. done.
no one else cares what he's begun...

"Will you go out with me?"
In her mind, she hears those words...

She looks down at her arm.
Polka dotted...

The damage can't always be repaired.
The scars may be hidden...

It starts again.
New school, new friends...

She wrote love on her left hand,
And hatred on her right...

Let my voice be sharp, so it cuts like a blade.
Your ego bruises won't fade for days...