Scars

Old. Description of apathy. Have fun!

Faded but never to be gone,
Nor creams nor powders do them wrong.
Twisted in the memory--
Of a day where one’s insecurities-- distorted judgment
Covered up by lies,
A blanket, a shield of protection.
go on saying that it was merely an accident
‘Cause they don’t understand, or, they think they do.
But even you don’t understand, or, you don’t want to.

Feel the pain widen and deepen.
Feel the blood pour, and your mind weaken.
Feel as it all fades, don’t worry: its okay.
Reality doesn’t mean a thing;
Reality doesn’t mean a thing…

Burn it in, engrave
Thoughts of painful days
Don’t ever forget, don’t even try
Just move on now—
Because those images of minutes gone,
Move people to write words, words sometimes in song
Draw pictures write stories
B***h and yell and in it’s dramatic glory:

Accept it,
It doesn’t mean a thing…