Lver… No o

 I was a lover but that part died

If I was lying before
The truth evolved
Like being sad
But forcing a smile till its real
You don’t have to kill your self
You can just amputate 
Prune what needs to go
Scar tissue will cover
Eventually
Some day
That knot in the wood will be a conversation
Not just a pain
Ebbing away
In a tree you can tell a story by its rings
In a man
By the way he sings
I was a lover before
But that part died