I've got scars what about you? Do you have scars on your wrist too?

Because I've got scars that are almost faded.

They're so close to becoming shaded. The little white scars are going away, 

And all the years I've had pay.

To wait for them to go away, Because all they are, are little signs.

That show how weak you once were, And all they are, are little lines. 

They don't define you, that I'm sure.

 So all I want is for them to go away. Because clean strong wrist are here to

stay.

Because I'm built on ruin glass and I promise you that this is the last time

my scars will show how weak I was.