scars

do you like scars?, the scars make the man?, do you want me wounded and hardened?, my head in the sand, or my fists up in defiance?, is that what you understand?, am i too good to be gone?, beginning the ending for too long, this is my flagship attempt, at a second chance. do you want me groveling and sober, a brilliant wreckage, or three sheets to the wind, three pages of you. but i've misplaced the truth?, am i too good to be gone?, beginning the ending for too long, have we gone too far?, have we lost our minds?, imitating the seasons, and we fall behind. so come on, come on, come on. am i too good to be gone?, beginning the ending for too long, have we gone too far?, have we lost our minds?, imitating the seasons, and we fall behind. (when i crossed myself, is when i crossed the line, i could see the storm, i had my dagger drawn, i just needed a reason, something natural, but something wicked came, and we turn like a hog, on the spit of our lives, and the ceremony swells, and our eyes burn bright, but there was never a reason, it was natural, this is part of the fight, so come on. oh come on, come on. bring it on.), am i too good to be gone?, beginning the ending for too long