Like trying to breathe for the first time in years   Another day older and the proof that I’m here   They are the marks and they are the reason   Eleven white lines trail off to nothing      The scars ^ The Marks ^ The lines ^ Are Mine   My Scars ^ Reflect ^ The course ^ Of time    The scars ^ I’m you ^ and yours ^ And more   My scars ^ Are mine ^ down to ^ the core      The Scars on my hands ^ like cutting notches to mark the passing   The Scars on my hands ^ I’m counting white lines for no reason      It’s been said - the best revenge- is living well - they maintain   It’s been said - the best revenge - is a bullet - in the brain   I’ve seen enough to know I’ve seen too much   I hold tight to the these things that I clutch   They are the signs that mark me from you and yours   Not that there’s a need I’m me to the pores      The scars ^ The Marks ^ The lines ^ Are Mine   My Scars ^ Reflect ^ The course ^ Of time    The scars ^ I’m you ^ and yours ^ And more   My scars ^ Are mine ^ down to ^ the core      The Scars on my hands ^ like cutting notches to mark the passing   The Scars on my hands ^ I’m counting white lines for no reason