• For every lie and every bit of pain,
    for every day spent crying in the rain,
    I forgave, but yet I can't forget.
    I wish I could take back the days we first met.

    I try and dodge mirrors,
    but the mirrors still see
    every tiny little fragment
    of lies staring back at me.

    And though I haven't thought of you in weeks,
    I thought of you for years.
    And I still feel so foolish
    when I think of all those wasted years.

    And for all the dead pain
    what still hurts most today;
    It's all history, no one knows how I felt.
    No one knows the pain I was dealt.
    There is no keepsake of my heartbreak.
    Nothing but a hidden scar in the recesses of my heart.
    I carry it with me deep inside, there it must hide.
    There it stays silent, though it tries to sing a rhyme.
    A scar I must forget in time.