Am I doing this the right way?

Am I finding my way out?

Have I made a difference somehow?

Is a tear or two allowed?

Tears are nothing.

Scars are sweet.

Once you helped me

Find my feet.

Can we make it

Here again?

I don't want to think

I lost a friend.

Have I made my feelings known?

Does it matter who I am?

Can you feel the wood and stone,

Or have you lost your gentle hand?

I'll love you even when you hate me.

That's just the way I've come to be.

I'll scar you one last time for love,

And brand you in my memory.