I've cut and restitched myself together again too many times.
You asked me where I got these scars.
If words were bullets i've been shot more times than I can count.
And you wanna know where I got these scars?
Paris is the embodiment my emotions and ISIS has blown up my self confidence and Materialized My greatest fears
And still you ask me where I got these scars
I got these from surgically extracting you from my every thought
I got these scars from derailing my train of thought just to make sure you weren't on it.
I got these scars from sacrificing my own soul just to keep it from bursting from my chest to get to you.
I got these scars from my Purpleheart
My love for you was so intertwined with my body it decided you were the only thing it needed
The day you left it stopped
So from now on I have to beat it just to keep myself alive
All the while beating myself up thinking about why I lost you
Trying to contemplate what I did wrong
You wanna know where I got these scars?
I got them from you
From loving you