My scars are trophies up holding my name... my passion, my love a face of hate sometimes.
My scars are trophies in witch i kiss each day trying to heal them sooner but all they do is scar over.
I promise I'll stop for it's own addicting good but I can't save myself from this mess.
My scars are trophies it's not just a passion for pain but with the words of hate piercing my skin I forget.
I forget in the moment of what your razor sharp words sound like, I'm no longer felling the words but the sharp blades as well.
My scars are trophies as words touch my heart deeper the crimson stained blade gets closer to my veins.
I know feel alive and so is the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing together reality and my dreams.
My dreams is an escape from your lies,desist,anger and all the things you said but never did.
My scars are trophies reality in witch I can't stand unless he is by my side, so I know I'm not empty,numb or dead.
He takes all my fears and extinguishes them. As soon as our eyes met and our hands interlocked becoming unity.
My scars are trophies, but when I'm with him... my dreams are reality.
Thats when my scars...no longer exist.