What do I owe you, my past?
For the scars that I wear on my skin,
For the memories that will always last,
For the pain that\'s buried deep within.
What do I owe you, my childhood?
For the trauma that I still endure,
For the fear that once felt so good,
For the innocence that was impure.
What do I owe you, my sorrow?
For the tears that still stain my cheeks,
For the wounds that will never be hollow,
For the nights when I couldn\'t speak.
What do I owe you, my pain?
For the memories that haunt me so,
For the fear that I\'ll never be sane,
For the things that no one should know.
What do I owe you, my scars?
For the reminders that won\'t go away,
For the times when I saw stars,
For the nights when I couldn\'t pray.
What do I owe you, my trauma?
For the way you\'ve changed who I am,
For the way you\'ve stolen my karma,
For the life that I\'ll never cram.
What do I owe you, my self?
For the way you\'ve fought through the dark,
For the way you\'ve stood up to hell,
For the way you\'ve left your mark.
What do I owe you, my future?
For the hope that still burns bright,
For the way you\'ll be my suture,
For the way you\'ll make it right.
What do I owe you, my all?
For the person that I\'ve become,
For the way I\'ll stand tall,
For the way I\'ll overcome.