Take a look at my arms, they are cut up and scared
Some I have done to my self, other is inflicted from others

Pain is still there when dark red trickle out of me
Its foolish I know, to look at this ragged arms

This arms reflect the soul that is hidden, a soul darker than night

In time the sun will rise for the darkest soul, in time the dark red will stop and the wounds will heal
This wounds aren't forever, this wounds is for helping me see