HonestlyCuts decorate my palmsScabs peel off my wristsTears fall from my eyesIt's the same old songI'm back to as I used to be.The only difference is your loveThough the pain remains the sameMy heart still has not healed.Will you look at me differently?How could you love me the same ?I don't want to keep lyingLying
to the one that holds my heart.I want you to love meFor whom I am ... thoughSome things are better left unsaid
Some cuts are better hidden
To avoid suspicion of others.Some scabs must be left alone
In order to fully heal.Some tears must be wiped away
To avoid sympathy and questioning.It's the same old song
It won't stop playing.