Miles of Scars…
I wrote that(the post underneath) a couple of years ago… Shortly after that I went through a pretty dark time in my life and during one of those stages of grief(I couldn’t tell you which one) I tried dating someone… Not the smartest thing, but I thought I was ready. She read it once and asked me where did that guy go? The next day I wrote this song: She strokes my calloused fingers As we lie there in the bed She asks why I let her linger And if I’m fucking with her head “Before you met me You use to be a different man The stain on your sleeve Tells me you use to understand Where do you keep it now?” I gave it away for nothing in return She said, “I don’t know where you are How’d you learn to build those walls?” There’s nothing surrounding me Except miles and miles of scars I am the loneliest boy That this world has known I want to fall asleep Never to awake anymore I’ve been used and abused And left for destroyed Heard them laughing about me So I drank to fill this void She said, “I don’t know where you are How’d you learn to build those walls?” There’s nothing surrounding me Except miles and miles of scars I’ve healed since then, looking back I realize it was a time of learning but I still feel bad for not ever being able to let her in… Nowadays, I’m pretty much \/ \/ \/ that guy again, but hopefully a little wiser, and definately a little older.
