Happy days die...but some survive

Looking at my scars
Reminding me
of everything
I've gone through
Take the knife
And satisfy your pain

Looking at my scars
What have I done?
Done to me?
It wasn't worth it
But I know
I could never resist

Looking at my scars
Little scratches
Deep cuts
All of them
A proof
For my own weakness

Looking at my scars
Every single cut
Has it's own story
It's own backgroun
Every single cut
A sign for my own failure

Looking at my scars
They are my memories
Broken souvenirs
Of something
I wanna forget
But I won't

They won't disappear
And their message
Seems so clear
'Cause what we were
and what we are
Is hidden in the scar