I wear the scars, they don't wear me.
I set the boundaries, choose what they'll be.
I write my lines, they don't fall out.
And if I speak, I may just shout.
I wear the scars, they don't wear me.
I use my eyes, that's how I see.
I sing with words, for they're my vice.
My charms are mine, I don't entice.
I wear the scars, they don't wear me.
And if I pay, I choose the fee.
The light is bright, or not at all.
And if I'm lost, I'll choose to fall.
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