The scars on my arms are like the girls I loved
I cut them open
They bleed me dry
Drank until there was nothing left
I thought these scars would remain forever
I thought everytime I saw them I would cringe at what was lost
But time does heal by itself
Some of them I forgot
But most remain a faded memory
I never thought they'd heal completely
Now I watch the last few fade
As they finish healing
With someone else
And where once I was bitter
I now wonder when will I heal
Because though they will all be healed and lost in time
Where will I be?
