Scars & Stories - Levi Stoker
I don't hide the jagged lines
Or the way my knuckles swell
Every one's a souvenir from a different kind of hell
You left me with a hollow chest
And a house that felt like glass
Waiting for the ghosts of us to finally let me pass
I used to try to cover up
The places where I broke
Hiding all the damage under layers of whiskey smoke
But I looked into the mirror
And I finally understood
That the fire didn't kill me
It just seasoned up the wood
Oh, these are more than just scars
They're the stories that I tell
Of how I found my heaven while I was walking through the bell
Every mark is a mountain
That I had to learn to climb
Remember how I made it through the hardest kind of time
Yeah, you cut me to the marrow
But you couldn't take the soul
I'm a jagged masterpiece, just finally feeling whole
I'm wearing every battle, I'm glorying in the glory
Of a lifetime full of scars and stories
That white line on my shoulder
That's the man you walked away
The one across my spirit, that's the debt I had to pay
I got stretches in my memory
And bruises on my pride
But they're just the echo living that I'm through trying to hide
There's a power in the healing that the hollow never know
A beauty in the way the toughest cow just spill its growl
I don't want a clean slate
I don't want a perfect skin
I want the world to see the war that I once meant to win
Oh, these are more than just scars
They're the stories that I tell
Of how I found my heaven while I was walking through the bell
Every mark is a mountain
That I had to learn to climb
Remember how I made it through the hardest kind of time
Yeah, you cut me to the marrow
But you couldn't take the soul
I'm a jagged masterpiece, just finally feeling whole
I'm wearing every battle, I'm glorying in the glory
Of a lifetime full of scars and stories
Read the lines on my hands
I'm the one who still stands
You can erase the pain
But you can't stop the rain
I am my own witness
Well, these are more than just scars
They're the stories that I tell
Of how I found my heaven while I was walking through the bell
Every mark is a mountain
That I had to learn to climb
Remember how I made it through the hardest kind of time
Yeah, you cut me to the marrow
But you couldn't take the soul
I'm a jagged masterpiece, just finally feeling whole
I'm wearing every battle, I'm glorying in the glory
Of a lifetime full of scars and stories
By the dawn
The lies don't lie
Scars and stories
Scars
