I wish he would come back. Make all his doings of wrong, right. Take these scars off my legs and bruises off my sides to make me new again. To replace all of my bad memories with good ones. To make me forget those fateful nights i was with him.
But, no matter he take the scars and the memories, these empty tears, i will still be scared and bruised mentally. Permanetley. Still have these wasted tears on the cold floor, still would have given my blood to those knives for nothing. Payed the madn, whom you called "The Boss." Let you have that needle. Those packets.