Dear, you should cover your arms,
your pain is showing.
The scars are exposed to all and the crowd is growing.
Darling, why must you cry?
They all warned that he didn't love you,
in your heart you knew it was all a lie.
Still, you stayed, a mere challenge in his cold hearted game
And there appeared another row of marks,
resembling the letters of his name.
Honey, everyone has seen it all,
they heard your silent pleas,
and watched your graceful fall.
Your sleeves are pushed up and the crimson scars show,
You musn't cover it now, love,
everybody knows.
