So Fast
Scrape the skin
Heal the scars
Wonder if I can win
Faded wounds from the past
Looking right at me
Something I don't want the world to see
And the world is blind if I let it be
Fingertips tracing the marks
A touch of the past
Reliving the fears
They come back so fast
Think about speaking
Arguing with myself about it fast
Cause I don't even know
And even so
I doubt they will believe
That it's apart of the past
Don't want an uproar
Don't want attention
Just want some people to know
There's more to me than you can ever see
So much beneath the surface
More screwed up than I may seem
I wonder if it's hard to believe
Just want to be honest
Just want to have the relief of not hiding behind a mask
Even if I confess I'd have to fake a laugh
Cause I don't want anyone to worry
Or give me that look
I know what they'd say
Yet it's apart of me
Is not knowing of it
Not knowing me
Fingertips tracing the marks
A touch of the past
Reliving the fears
They come back so fast
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