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Ooooh... Mmmh...
...they made me...
I used to try to cover them up,
Put on a smile, drink from a broken cup.
I used to hate the mirror and what it showed,
A roadmap of the pain that I was owed.
But these scars are the proof that I healed,
They’re the story of the truth that was revealed.
They’re not a sign of weakness, they’re a sign I’m real,
These scars — they’re the price I paid to feel.
This one’s from the time you said goodbye,
This one’s from the tears I refused to cry.
They’re not pretty, but they are mine,
They’re a part of my design.
’Cause these scars are the proof that I healed,
They’re the story of the truth that was revealed.
They’re not a sign of weakness, they’re a sign I’m real,
These scars — they’re the price I paid to feel.
I’m not ashamed of the battles I’ve been through,
They didn’t break me — they just made me new.
These scars are the proof that I healed,
They’re the story of the truth that was revealed.
They’re not a sign of weakness, they’re a sign I’m real,
These scars — they’re the price I paid to feel.
...my scars...
...they’re me.