I got grass stains on my face,
I got a large bloody scratch on my leg.
And my throat is sliced all to hell,
as I almost began to beg.

Almost began to tell her that
I missed her more than anything.
But I just stayed quiet and lonely,
as the alcohol on the cut began to sting.

I'm fighting through the pain,
thinking of it every damn day,
is it ever gonna go away?
Fighting through the pain.

I see that nothing's changed in the warped little thoughts of mine,
as she tells me that she is so happy with him, chills go down my spine.
Welts begin to develop in places I've never seen,
I have gotten my ass truly kicked, a bruised rib and a busted spleen.

Of course none of these pains are noticed,
by the ignorant feelings in my heart.
They don't give a damn,
that I'm being stabbed so sharp.

They just focus on my wild emotions,
and ignore the bleeding and the bumps.
I heal wounds I never had before,
as I just cry down in the dumps.