You see these scars.

These scars are battle wounds.

Battles that I've faced,

Inside my own bedroom.

You asked who I was battling,

You thought there was someone else.

And that's when I told you,

I was battling myself.

Some of the battles I've lost,

Are inside my head.

Some of them I've lost,

While sitting on my bed.

I always lose these battles,

I don't think I'll ever win.

I think I'll lose the final battle too,

In the end.

I lost every battle,

In return I got a cut.

Some have your name on them,

I guess I needed better luck.