Waiting not to be scarred.
BSG 8-8-2003

shreds on the floor, bones baring and echos
the slaming of doors, collapsing of egos

time was past, and time goes by,
the dried of stains of tears we cried
and so i'm here and waiting not to be scarred

empty closets and hallways, spackle covering gaps
using bandaids for clothing, how much time has elapsed

the pain is dull, and so's the blade
the hollowed moments of love we made
and i'm just here, and waiting not to be scarred

My scars are deep, they cover me,
My scars they tell my history
My scars they tell me I won't be free
My stars they trap me in misery

mounds of dust in the corners, balls of hair on the floor
ants invading the toothpaste, ruins of a lost war

the game is done, we walked away
neither happy, nor all dismayed
yes i'm still here, and waiting not to be scarred

dustpans into a hefty, bags of clothes in the car
destinations are fuzzy, i don't have to go far

inside i know, i've paid my debt
we both tried hard, and wont forget
today I stand here, staring blank at my scars

My scars are deep, they cover me,
My scars they tell my history
My scars they tell me I won't be free
My stars they trap me in misery

So peal back the skinm and bear those sticks
strip off the flesh, the decay and ticks
Fragile and shaking, i walk out from these bars

My scars are deep, they cover me,
My scars they tell my history
My scars they tell me I won't be free
My stars they trap me in misery