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The knife by my side feels like a friend to me
For all my scars are caused by the blade
As I lay in the shade
I count the days
And the memories of my past are overlooked
Take a look at them all and know where I've been

I got this scar in the back of my car
Slit open after some bad fight
This one I got the day that my father died
Cut it open when I was by his side
Through all these scars I wonder
If I'll ever be the same again

The night air cools the burn of the past
Hoping to god that it can last
I know I've never had the time
Throught that these rhymes could help me
And yet tonight I'm traveling back in time

I remember this scar outside my daddy's bar
Holding a broken glass
And this scar reminds me of seventh grade
The night I ran away
The one on arm was courtesy of my old man
His touch was colder than ice
I know I'll never be alright
At least I have the reminders of my scars

I hear the thunder
I smell the rain
Yet nothing seems to lead me from this pain
Pain of the memories
The pain in my heart
If the present is a display of the past
Then I can't bare to see the rest
Its acting like a threatening test
I'm failing with each passing day
If these scars could sing tonight
You'd understand how they feel

These scars here are three years old
Its strange how you remember the dates
I got'em the night my brother died
Shot in the line of duty
Hiding behind my tattoo there
I got it my senior year
I know if you'd take the time
You'd understand why I rhyme
I wrote it to teach
As if it could reach

My scars are lessons of the past
I know now why I've been blind
They're only in my mind