On my wrist are scars

                                                     That you can't see from afar

                                                        Up close they appear

                                                   I wish they would disappear

                                                  You see my scars as a mystery

                                                   Their apart of my history

                                                   You don't know the real me

                                                 That appears behind the scenes

                                                   I cast the darkness away

                                                  For the light to forever stay                             



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