Scars deep in the skin,
Like glass on the floor.
Like paper for a heart within.
When the only thing you want is to be good at the core.
What's a heart without limits in a house full of fear.
I'm lying to a family of thieves.
I'm living a life of doubt without shedding a tear.
When you lift up your face, your spirit falls like leaves.
My thumbprints are scarred
Like a vinyl scratch.
Like the slashes in the heart.
Stuck on repeat and nobody knows.
There are problems outside
We'll just create them within.
To match our surroundings.
Like somehow if we make abortion unlawful.
The poverty levels will dip.
