Face Full Of Scars

I close my eyes and think of nice things
Like summer in the park when I was riding my bike
Life was so much easier when I was 8
Now I'm bitter, I'm twisted, I'm full of hate
I really don't like the person I've become
What happened to the little boy who loved his mum?
I never talk to anyone about the way I feel
I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal
So you think you're hard?
You think you're clever but you're obviously not
I've known you for years so why pretend?
I'm your old best friend
So you think you're hard?
You think you're clever but you're obviously not
I've known you for years, so why pretend?
I'm your old best friend
Every day's a struggle just to get out of bed
And I fight constantly with a voice in my head
When I look in the mirror, I see a face full of scars
From being Mr. Hard, Mr. Fights In Bars
I'll probably regret writing lyrics for this song
But I've felt the way I feel for far too long
And all the haters will laugh at the way that I felt
When I wrote this song, this cry for help
So you think you're hard?
You think you're clever but you're obviously not
I've known you for years, so why pretend?
I'm your old best friend
So you think you're hard?
You think you're clever but you're obviously not
I've known you for years, so why pretend?
I'm your old best friend
So you think you're hard?
You think you're clever but you're obviously not
I've known you for years, so why pretend?
I'm your old best friend