# My Scars Don't Speak for You *Langley Corey* [Intro – Lonely violin, distant heartbeat] [Whispered Female] You left your fingerprints On chapters of my life... But you don't own the pages. And these scars? They don't speak for you. [Verse 1 – Soft haunting vocals] I've got stories on my skin, Little maps of where I've been. Some are written where you'll see, Some are buried deep in me. I used to hide them in the dark, Call each one another fault. Like every wound was evidence That I deserved the consequence. I wore your words like borrowed clothes, Held them tighter than you know. And every time somebody asked, I'd tell the story from your past. [Pre-Chorus – Trembling violin] But I was there when no one listened, I know what it took to stay. You don't get to name my scars Or explain my pain away. [Chorus – Sweeping Celtic strings] My scars don't speak for you, They tell the things I made it through. They're not your trophies, not your claims, Not little monuments to blame. They're not a reason to feel shame, Not a debt I have to pay. You may have written on my skin, But you don't get to write the end. These scars belong to me, And I decide what they mean. [Verse 2 – Dark acoustic guitar] There's a mark beneath my sleeve, A memory I didn't choose. And some things don't leave a trace Except the way my heartbeat moves. I used to think that healing meant I'd have to look untouched again. Like every crack had to disappear Before I could be worthy here. But there's a woman in the mirror, With her fire-red tangled hair. She doesn't owe the world perfection Just because she's standing there. And the marks that tell my history Are not the limits of my worth. I'm more than everything that hurt me, More than what I had to learn. [Pre-Chorus – Rising harmonies] I won't pretend it never happened, I won't paint the darkness gold. But I can tell the truth myself Without letting you take hold. [Chorus – Stronger, layered vocals] My scars don't speak for you, They tell the things I made it through. They're not your trophies, not your claims, Not little monuments to blame. They're not a reason to feel shame, Not a debt I have to pay. You may have written on my skin, But you don't get to write the end. These scars belong to me, And I decide what they mean. [Bridge – Music falls nearly silent] [Whispered Female] And no... I won't thank you for the damage. I won't call it destiny. I won't say you made me stronger When the strength belonged to me. I was the one who kept on breathing. I was the one who found the door. I was the one who gathered pieces From the cold and broken floor. You don't get credit for my healing. You don't get praised because I grew. [Soft singing] The woman standing here survived... In spite of you. [Final Chorus – Soaring violins, cinematic percussion] MY SCARS DON'T SPEAK FOR YOU! THEY TELL THE THINGS I MADE IT THROUGH! They aren't your trophies, aren't your chains, And I won't wear your borrowed shame! I'll draw new stars around the edges, Paint the night in violet blue. I'll make a canvas of my story, With a future you can't choose! I don't have to hide the damage, Don't have to show it to be true. I can heal without forgiving Every single thing you put me through. My scars belong to me, And I decide what they mean! [Outro – Solo violin, quiet piano] [Whispered Female] Some of them are fading. Some may always stay. But none of them Get to tell me who I am. [Softly] My body. My story. My voice. [Final whisper] My scars don't speak for you. They speak for me.
