• I am not perfect take a look at my scars and see my failiure,
    The one on my bicep, my first knife fight,
    so slice it back open and dive,
    Into the bloodred pool that once surrounded it,
    swim up through my veins and take a look at the real me,
    Take a look at my peace,
    My Peace is black, Black like my lungs,
    Black like a parents nightmare who never wanted you to smoke in the first place,
    But always knew that second hand Violence would lead you to peace,
    So i will take another drag of tobacco, another hit of my peace.
    Now look at my heart, Cracked and bruised ,from what I called love,
    When it should have been lust, or maybe just lonley,
    Take a look at my head, with more scars than my left shoulder has,
    After a bad time with a rusty knife,
    they say to put the past behind you,
    But I'm reminded of my past everytime i wake up in a house not my own,
    So take a look at my scars and see me, the real me