Seven Cuts Seven Scars

Tragedy of losing

Of losing what you never had

Tragedy of Irony

Seven cuts, seven scars

 

From the edge to the grave

From the grave comes the ash

Dirt and dust all you've became

It's as if you've never been...

 

As if you never loved

as if you never cried

Dead and forgotten

Dead in the minds of the people

 

Thoughts, emotions and words

all dead and gone along with you

Seven cuts

Seven scars

 

I never had you

but it killed me when I lost you

Tragedy of losing

Of losing what you never had...

 

Blown apart

Burried deep...

Seven cuts, seven scars

all that it took to kill you...