I Know.

You wanna see the scars? They've faded.
You wanna see my heart? It's torn.
You wanna be a part? Go ahead and join in.
You wanna see what it's like on the inside? I dare you to even try.

Why would they say something, when they have no idea what it's like on this side?
Why make someone feel like trash?
Does it make them happy? Is that happiness worth someone else's? Or rather, their pain and misery?

I asked him for forgiveness long ago.
You know what he said? He said: "I may forget, but I will never forgive, The scars will remain for as long as I live."

I tell you, I assure this,
It isn't worth someone else's life, their happiness, their joy.
I say this, for I know,
I know, and I feel so low.