Face Full Of Scars

I close my eyes and think of nice things

like summer in the park when I was riding my bike.

Life was so much easier when I was 8,

now I'm bitter, I'm twisted, I'm full of hate.

I really don't like the person I've become,

what happened to the little boy who loved his mum?

I never talk to anyone about the way I feel,

I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal.

So you think you're hard?

You think you're clever but you're obviously not.

I've known you for years so why pretend?

I'm your old best friend.

Every day's a struggle just to get out of bed,

and I fight constantly with a voice in my head.

When I look in the mirror I see a face full of scars,

from being 'Mr. Hard', 'Mr. Fights In Bars'.

I'll probably regret writing lyrics for this song,

but I've felt the way I feel for far too long.

All the haters will laugh at the way that I felt,

when I wrote this song, this cry for help.