Calloused
My armor's not what it used to be
Scratched and dented
The outside resembles what's within
I've spent so much time staring back at myself
If the boy I was saw the man i've become
He'd spit right in his face
The scales have tipped against me
One more time
But the panic comes in a hush and a sigh
Not a scream or cry
The scales have tipped against me for their final time
I've wasted so much timе
Waiting for a tragedy or a miracle
To revеal itself that the world has passed me by
Convinced myself that I'm sick
For so long, so longg now
That i'm not sure I can stop believing it
Gotta lift my head
From these calloused hands
That serve to remind me of
My regrets
My armor's not what it used to be
Scratched and dented
The outside resembles what's within
I've spent so much time staring back at myself
If the boy I was saw the man i've become
He'd spit right in his face
The scales have tipped against me
One more time
But the panic comes in a hush and a sigh
Not a scream or cry
The scales have tipped against me for their final time
I've wasted so much timе
Waiting for a tragedy or a miracle
To revеal itself that the world has passed me by
Convinced myself that I'm sick
For so long, so longg now
That i'm not sure I can stop believing it
Gotta lift my head
From these calloused hands
That serve to remind me of
My regrets
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