Scarred Lens

Cold coffee on the table again

Just another morning counting down the rain (yeah)

I wake up checking locks on every door Still tripping on the

glass across the bedroom floor

Sirens in the distance keep my ribcage tight

I haven't slept a full eight hours in my life

My mother used to say tomorrow gets okay

Tomorrow came and went and washed the hope away

I stitch another patch across a torn-up chest

Surviving every second, never getting rest

Carrying the weight until my knuckles bleed

Nobody hears the screaming in the quiet greed (ohhh)

Stuck in the wreckage of a broken past Wondering if any piece

of peace will last

Friends stop calling when you only talk in grey

They want the easy smile I cannot give away I keep my

head down walking through the winter cold

Twenty-four years old but feeling ancient,

old

Flashbacks hit me in the middle of a crowd

Suffocating softly while the world is loud Try to breathe it out,

swallow down the shame

Writing out my eulogy without a name

Carrying the weight until my knuckles bleed

Nobody hears the screaming in the quiet greed (ohhh)

Stuck in the wreckage of a broken past Wondering if any piece

of peace will last

Just trying to stay afloat

(trying to breathe) No safe harbor

in sight