I turned to the mirror and cried,
now i know all his promises were lies,
if only i could turn back time,
i probably would've been fine,

a scar on my back and one on my chest,
he said i was the one causing the mess,
again banging my head,
i wonder if all this pain was just part of a test,

it's a broken love that has gone far enough,
i cry myself to sleep dreaming of packing up my stuff,
this was a cruel type of love,
to live with the painful scars,


© Dreamer