Skin Deep

My scars go so much further than Skin deep Cried so many tears on my pillow, my bed became a river to me Depression took me hostage, will I ever be free? My scars go so much further than Skin deep Is it really a talent to be able to speak about my pain in rhyme form? Not sure which is worse, the weather I'm walking through, or my minds storm I'm trying to look at everything I became blind from Been counted out by everyone I spent my time on Loved the wrong ones, gave chances to those who didn't deserve Tried to heal everyone even if it added to my own hurt I began to accept my own scars but was forced to stand alone Never thought the darkness would be the main feature of a mans home Girls come and go, was my excuse for being promiscuous Every night leaving the club with different chicks My mind is lost but that's not what I'm thinking with The world don't like to see beyond the fake smile, so maybe I shouldn't be inking this My scars go so much further than Skin deep Cried so many tears on my pillow, my bed became a river to me Depression took me hostage, will I ever be free? My scars go so much further than Skin deep