Hide all emotion, nevermind you're burning inside

Turn frustration to strength, show a cold face

None of you know me nor understand what I've gone through

None of you realize what I'm still capable of

Scars are the tokens of victory upon your skin

The bleak ornaments on the walls of your temple

You would be a fool to underestimate my will

I may be wounded but never weak

No longer begging, pleading for refuge

I'll take these wounds, bear them as scars