Scars
Pain's got a grip
It rips right out of me
I let myself bleed
Draining the blood from a broken heart
All that's left to see is a scar
It's a piece of me
The lasting trace of imperfection
The mark of sick heart that had it rough from the start
It's not good activity but it's my constant cure
Once I did it I wanted more
But the scars are my leftover stars
Invisible to most but sometimes I wish some people could see
See the pain that burns through me
Cause I wish someone could save me
Throw out the life preserver
Cause I'm going under
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