Scars

Depending on what time of day
You can see the scars on my face
A cutthroat razor had once went up and down...
Across my right cheek and my eye.

I despise my own face, mirrors are my nightmares
And I always avoid having my picture taken
Never thought I was the best looking guy
I was once Dr Jekyll but now I'm Mr Hyde.

Mornings and the light that I once loved
Have been fastly replaced with the Darkness
From which I once used to hate
Scars are a sign of weakness where I am from
I can't have anyone thinking that I'm soft.

The buck doesn't stop with me, I can't have that
The world now has to face my wrath
Death and destruction will come to anyone
Who makes a comment about my face.

Scars across my face, scars across my hands
Scars across my body, scars across my soul
Infestation of rage in my heart that I can't let go
Everywhere I go I know my scars will follow.