The first scar happened when I fell off that ledge at an early age,
The second, well, that was from an old friend who decided to take a few swings at me,
The third, well, that was from you, because you hurt me even more than my first love, it happened when you told me you loved me.
Each time I think these scars healed, I open them up again. I don't know the how or the why, but it happens. And I'm still hurting. I'm still not over you. I'm not even sure I'd like to be.
All I know is, these scars are from you, and they're still bleeding. And I can't fix it. I don't want to fix it.
Please fix me.
The second, well, that was from an old friend who decided to take a few swings at me,
The third, well, that was from you, because you hurt me even more than my first love, it happened when you told me you loved me.
Each time I think these scars healed, I open them up again. I don't know the how or the why, but it happens. And I'm still hurting. I'm still not over you. I'm not even sure I'd like to be.
All I know is, these scars are from you, and they're still bleeding. And I can't fix it. I don't want to fix it.
Please fix me.
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