(I have tasted death and spit it out)

Scars of time left on my skin along with those I've kept within

Knowing some will never heal they're filled with salt to keep me real



(Well aware that it will be back)

Broken promises I live while my best friend dies

I no longer even try to find an explanation as to why



Conquering

Scars tells where I've been

Conquering

On the skin of missing limbs



SCARS OF TIME