I have new scars, That show a new day,
A day with fear,
A day with regreats.
However in this day,
I will try again,
To be happy inside,
But it will never work.
Because this life,
Has been fought,
But i've lost a battle that,
Could never be won.
So what difference does it make today,
If yesterday,
And tomorrow,
Will be exactly the same.
Could it mean,
This scar will bleed,
Or could it mean,
The scar is a scratch. But still,
What difference would that make,
If at the end of the day,
I still have a scar.
Maybe I could change my ways,
And start a fresh,
A brand new day.
But howcome when I try,
My past comes back to life.