I finally realized I wore you like a bruise
A little patch of honor
Covering my innocent skin
I showed you off to anyone that would look
I told stories of how I got you to anyone that would listen
Because I wrongfully believed you were something worth the pain
I was blinded by the beautiful colors you left
And numbed by the rush of danger you gave me
But bruises are bad
They’re simply marks of injury
I shouldn't take pride in them or in you
I should hide them, help them heal
Bruises aren't supposed to be there
And neither should you
But they are, because I made a mistake
You
And now, like bruises always do
You’re fading away from me
And like bruises
I’m better off without you