Afraid Of My Scars

I'm afraid of my scars, I'm afraid of myself
I'm afraid of the things that somebody will tell...
As not to arouse regard, I use make-up and scarfs
But the more I hid them, the more I feel it's not enough...

Everyday I wake up, put my make-up and scarfs
And make sure that no one can ever deduce my scars...
They say they're big signs of strength, signs of real sexiness
I just can't think the same, I just feel so ashamed by them...

I wish it would be over...
I wish I would wake up
Look at myself and discover
That I no longer have my scars...

It would makе me feel lighter...
It would make mе feel accepted...
I would look clean, pure and perfect
Just like I was and I'm no more...

Oh, it's a condemnation...
This is no liberation...
If that's life what I'm living
I prefer to be dying...

I'm so afraid of my scars
I wish I could destroy them
Live like a normal person
With no wasteful compassion...

My obsession's covering me...
I can't walk around lucidly...
I sink like it's near-throttling me...
When will ever be time to sleep?

As long as I'm surviving
I'll carry my scars till I die
And once everything is over
I'll have my time to recover
I'd have forgiven all my sins
And chased my scars far away from me...