These scars tell a story,
One of anger, one of rage.
These scars are more than just,
An adolescent stage.
These scars are signs
Of wounds that run deep.
These scars are from
My attempt at the eternal sleep.
These scars are something
You'll never understand.
These scars were created by more
Than just a razor in my hand.
These scars tell a story,
One of rape and molestation.
These scars will be
My life long occupation.
Oh yes, these scars
Are oh so real.
Look at these scars.
They will never heal.
These scars were created
By falsehoods and lies.
These scars were created
By all I despise.
These scars, so many,
Each one it's own name.
These scars, so deadly,
Each one, for no reason the same.
So when you want to know
What it is that I'm all about.
When I roll up my sleeves, please,
No need to shout.
Or when I start to see
Disgust in your eyes,
Right as I show you
These scars on my thighs.
Each of these is my escape.
While my problems keep me behind bars.
Would you really like to know
About these...my scars?
One of anger, one of rage.
These scars are more than just,
An adolescent stage.
These scars are signs
Of wounds that run deep.
These scars are from
My attempt at the eternal sleep.
These scars are something
You'll never understand.
These scars were created by more
Than just a razor in my hand.
These scars tell a story,
One of rape and molestation.
These scars will be
My life long occupation.
Oh yes, these scars
Are oh so real.
Look at these scars.
They will never heal.
These scars were created
By falsehoods and lies.
These scars were created
By all I despise.
These scars, so many,
Each one it's own name.
These scars, so deadly,
Each one, for no reason the same.
So when you want to know
What it is that I'm all about.
When I roll up my sleeves, please,
No need to shout.
Or when I start to see
Disgust in your eyes,
Right as I show you
These scars on my thighs.
Each of these is my escape.
While my problems keep me behind bars.
Would you really like to know
About these...my scars?