Scars

You look at me like I'm out of place. The deep scars that haunt my face are staying. The ambition to live is dying, blowing out like a candle in the wind. You don't know what happened in my life, and what my story is. I choose to stay on this earth because everyone can change the word and everyone was brought into it for a reason. Ya I have scars, but that's why I'm trying. I'm not going to throw away life because life is priceless. There are no re-takes and no way to turn back time. So why waste the little time you have left and live it in the past...