Every cut leaves a painful scar. Every wish needs a shooting star. Bruises fade but underneath the surface. . It all remains just the same, it will stick around.
As the rain comes down, I wonder. If I've ever been this low. And as I try to find the answer. To why I feel this way, it shows. . That I can't be without you.
It was a long time ago. I have learned not to show. But I can still hear you laughing. . I won't come as a friend. I'll never be, so I won't pretend. You will never be forgiven.