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letra de scarred for life - hunter kozak

then it really, really seems
like i’m wasting away
waist deep in waste
you may think you’ve faced things;
same things i’ve faced
but face me, and say “gee, you seem alright”
well, “crazy” just maybe a thing inside
but you could only ever see the tangible things
as if life is only governed by your fanciful dreams
i hope these animal screams will maybe wake you up
but i don’t need your pity
when i crave her love
because i crave her love
((oh you crave her love?))

did you just make her up
to extend my fear that
everyone will always leave me here?
((oh, without a doubt))
well i’ve been crossing them out
like a checklist on my left wrist
i’ve never cared about health
and a death wish is so selfless
‘cause i need less of myself
‘cause i need less of myself
‘cause i need less of myself

let’s pause this moment in place
just know that everything i say is always stoically placed
but, rapping is the way i found i lower the stakes
because no one ever tells whether i’m kidding or not
well are you listening or not?
i want to take my brain and break it, sprayed all over the place

my forearm is for harm
as your charm insists
i wore my heart out on my sleeve
so i have scars on my wrists
from where you interlaced our fingers and then severed our ties
((well, at least she gave you something to remember her by))
and i’m fed up with lies, and i would love if i could take ’em out
replace them with my thoughts and reach inside so i could lay them down
but everyone around me’s always looking at me saying loud
“a white male american’s got nothing to complain about”

don’t minimize my pain because another person feels it
just because i have the money of whatever worth a meal is
doesn’t mean that i don’t have the right to just feel sad
i just feel bad because i must feel glad
although no one in this world could ever love me back
so cut me slack, i can’t stop thinking of my permanent end
well, that’ll teach me not to trust another person again
((what made you think that you could ever trust a person, my friend?))

but i needed her
when it was dark and cold
you were my other half
to have an arm to hold

so can i ask too much, and question, please
can i grab you once to set me free?
the half you loved, the better me instead?
because the last few months of memories is
just the past-you clutched in reverie
and the half you loved, the better me, is dead

the half you loved is severed and it’s dead

- hunter kozak

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