Every scratch I kept is drawn into a line,
Every ache I had is etched into design.
I won't wear them as a burden or a sign,
They're the deepest color of a heart that's mine.
Now I take the rough and mix it with the blue,
It's a hue I never saw but somehow knew.
Every scrape becomes a part of what I drew,
And the stains all settle into something true.
The scars beneath the top become the base,
Every broken line is finding its own place,
All the pain I used to hide has found a brighter side,
Now I wear these scratches with a sense of pride.
The scars beneath the top become the base,
Every broken line is finding its own place,
Every mark I feared is now a golden sign,
And it leads me right to what is truly mine.
Now I take the rough and mix it with the blue,
It's a hue I never saw but somehow knew.
Every scrape becomes a part of what I drew,
And the stains all settle into something true.
The scars beneath the top become the base,
Every broken line is finding its own place,
All the pain I used to hide has found a brighter side,
Now I wear these scratches with a sense of pride.
The scars beneath the top become the base,
Every broken line is finding its own place,
Every mark I feared is now a golden sign,
And it leads me right to what is truly mine.
