Scars Lyrics

Scars

Wrapped like a present in purple ribbons

Scars

My body is an atlas of pain I've been given

Scars

Scars

The razor leaves a line

Like the finger paint of a child

But this paint is mine

And can't be reconciled

It relieves the anxiety

That will pull and stretch

And bestows sobriety

Of this poor wretch

Self harm is a burden and shouldn't be committed

The lattice pattern of lines shouldn't be submitted

As a coping strategy

But what else is there for me?

Scars

Wrapped like a present in purple ribbons

Scars

My body is an atlas of pain I've been given

Scars

Scars

Sometimes, it goes to deep

And I wait with bated breath

Will this be the endless sleep

The cold comfort of death

There's a a blur across the line

Of release and permanence

As mental health declines

Which is the preference

Self harm is a burden and shouldn't be committed

The lattice pattern of lines shouldn't be submitted

As a coping strategy

But what else is there for me?

Scars

Wrapped like a present in purple ribbons

Scars

My body is an atlas of pain I've been given

Scars

Scars

Don't follow this path,

That is shallow and dotted red

Like the water of this bath

Where my body lies dead

Scars

Wrapped like a present in purple ribbons

Scars

My body is an atlas of pain I've been given

Scars

Scars