Scars are reminders
Of all the hurt and pain
The injuries gained
By all the heartbreak
Every hit I take
Stored up tight
Inside I hide
My deepest cuts
They can’t be touched
They are in the soul
Millions of torn holes
In my heart
There’s a cracked part
The emptiness grows and spreads
If I’m consumed I’ll be dead
My head spinning
I hear the reaper calling
Seductively sweet
He sweeps me off my feet
Off we go
Leaving my body cold
