I somehow doubt you got those wounds

From fighting rabid wolves

I don't think your scars are from

Adventures like Harry Potter books

I kind think you're not

As tough as you try to seem

And trust me when I say

You are not a "sex machine"

That's such a weird phrase

Why would you brand yourself as that

Of all the different ways

I just don't think that

You're honest with yourself

About your stab wounds

Guys have hearts too

And guess what I have found?

Bleeding's not for girls

Boys get their hearts broken too

Don't worry, I already know

What those scars mean to you

They remind you a of a woman

Who was brave enough to say

I've had enough

Of this kind of stuff

And promptly walked away.

XXX

Jenny Lewis