Young.

Asking 'bout a scar

And I know I gave it to you months ago

I know you're trying to forget

Love lost. Love found. Love lost again. Falling apart. Together. That's what life is all about. To find that someone, that special someone who wants to be a part of you. Someone who forgives your mistakes, your scars. 'Cause in the end, even though it might hurt, there will always be that special someone, who owns a corner of your heart. 

I hate it.