[?7h A scratch in my arm I was Scratched! Did it matter? A bruise on my head I was scarred Later, gone, nothing remembered I whistled, some insane prisoner type came after me with a gun I laughed knowing that the destruction of my being would not matter Haha, remember science class? My matter will be an apple tree... When I feel your feelings, when I sense your touch, I want to be you When I reach out for you, you are me and I scratch your arm... Looking down, you notice it, sometimes you touch it unwittingly... Somewhere in your mind, you feel me, later the scar is gone xaos.end