Getting closer to the breaking point.
With blatant words, my voice is shot.
While my skull takes another hit, I try to cover my broken nose, body's weak, lacks courage and pride.
Each blow is more brutal than the last.
Seeing my mistakes slowly seep into the earth.
Bearing scars that open now and then, each tells a different story.
I could really give a f** if I ever win or lose.
Your wounds become a part of you.
They condone the real truth