I’ve got scars on my hands that I cannot hide
But the ones I can’t bury are those inside
My hands are my pride my flesh surrendered
But the pain within, too excess render
Underlying pride what a self-hating thing
Imitations of me portrayed to be seen
When what’s dying inside lays to waste
With every lie from my lips my tongue has to taste
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