
scars
Words don't fade into the air They land like knives, they settle there Every sharp edge, every bitter tongue Leaves a groove in the hide where the flesh was young You don't see the blood when the cut runs deep Itβs a quiet tally that the shadows keep β Skin grows thick, but the soul grows cold A heavy iron frame for a house to hold β Every cruel word leaves a scar on the skin Most of 'em carved where the eye can't win Deep in the heart, buried under the chest A battlefield wearing its Sunday best Harder than flint, colder than glass Losing yourself as the years pass β You stop feeling the cold, you stop feeling the heat Just armor walking down a dusty street Canβt feel a touch, canβt hear a plea A stranger in the mirror staring back at me I forgot who I was before the frost set in Before every bite turned my blood to tin β Every cruel word leaves a scar on the skin Most of 'em carved where the eye can't win Deep in the heart, buried under the chest A battlefield wearing its Sunday best Harder than flint, colder than glass Losing yourself as the years pass β Then you trace the lines with an open hand Finally start to understand The ice in your chest wasn't born in the bone It was built line by line, stone by stone β Every cruel word leaves a scar on the skin Most of 'em carved where the eye can't win Deep in the heart, buried under the chest A battlefield wearing its Sunday best Harder than flint, colder than glass Losing yourself as the years pass β Yeah, line by line... Deep in the heart. Now I see the scars.

