Battle- Scars

To You, Because You Think You Deserve Something

Excuse me, I'm a bit of a wreck. Hang me on the line and wring imperfections from my neck. Bury your fears deep down inside, use the badass facade as refuge and hide. Showcase my "impurities" as I am a freak show. But little did you know: you are your own demise. I, half your age, am twice as wise.