Beneath the scars

I trace the lines under the glass

Waiting for the shape to change at last (hmmmm)

Trying to fit inside a frame that doesn't last And the mirror

talks too loud tonight

Whispering what is wrong and what is right

These beautiful scars upon my skin Show the battleground I've been living

in

(oh-oh-oh) Every mark a piece of who

I am

Counting shadows on the wall Trying to catch myself before I fall

But the design is

changing after all

These beautiful scars upon my skin

Show the battleground I've been living in

(oh-oh-oh) Every mark a piece of who I am

No more hiding in the shade

Reclaiming everything

we made Beautiful scars (beautiful,

beautiful)

Underneath it all, we are