The tears that I cry; they run down my cheeks//
The tears drop down like a pipe with a leak//
The tears that cloud my eyes with black//
The tears, they die; they burn and crack//
The tears that swell when times are blue//
But do these tears mean anything to you? //

The blood that drips from my fragile wrists//
The blood pours out when I clench my fist//
The blood that stains my sleeves with red//
The blood, from veins, it now has fled//
The blood that sheds when I can’t renew//
But does this blood mean anything to you? //

The scars that imprint; they show my pain//
The scars remind me to carry this chain//
The scars that lay deep within my heart//
The scars, they stay, ‘til death do us part//
The scars that shine when troubles pursue//
But do these scars mean anything to you? //

The tears, the blood, the scars, and me//
I’m trapped in this world; I can’t be free//
You see the tears run down my cheeks//
You see the blood that flows like creaks//
You see the scars; you can see right through//
But do these things mean anything to you? //