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can you see my scars?
or do i hide them well?
can you see the marks of time
left behind on my skin?

i try not to peel at the scab
those wounds won't heal
it's just something that visits me
in the lonliest hours of the night.

can you see my scars?
don't try to touch them
no force on earth can wipe them away
like the dried up tears on my face, they are here to stay.

i don't want to think about the hurt
i don't want to think about the hurt
i don't want to think about the hurt
i don't want to think about the hurt...

can you see my scars?
i'll give them to you if you come any closer
i don't want anyone to see
the pain that has been unleashed upon me.

there are boils and there are gashes
there are red marks and there are scratches
and i hide them so well, i do
i can have anyone fooled.

but i don't want to think about the hurt
no i don't want to think about the hurt
the hurt is so bad
the hurt is so sad
no i don't want to think about the hurt.