I design these scars with broken glass and pices of you, the artestry seems too familiar. I run my hand over all of these scabs and dirt clear, crooked incisions in my soul I strive to find someone blind to all my imperfections, someone i will never find. A nightmare as I lie awake, sunsets cut my eyes as i realize its been another day alone My patience running short and I am wearing thin trying to let you in. As I turned to say, today just seems not my day and I can't go on. It's another day tomorrow and no one will miss me when I'm gone. I face the world on my own.