Do you see the scars?

Of course not, only I do

But sometimes I wish you would

So you'd see how much I'm dying, drowning

They are my strength and weakness

This elegant sickness

My addiction and my curse,

The reason I'm leaving this place in a hearse

I wish you'd see the pain running through my veins

But you never will and the ache still remains

I want freedom, I want to breath

I'm conflicted in the fact that I don't want to leave

I want to wake without tears in my eyes

Without a weighing heart filled with lies