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