I never wonted to loose you, I guess now the time has come and its time to move on I told myself I would never say goodbye but I'm sorry the time has come. Scars are like memories, and tattoos. When I fall, when my heart breaks, and when my best friend turns back on me, it leaves a scar that can hurt evrytime I think about it. Its a memory that is stuck in my head. Its in the past, but it comes back and bites. Its a tattoo because its a memory that hurts, but doesnt disappear. It never does.