Cicatrices (feat. Bhavi)

(I’ve got these scars, they’re not going away)
(They define me, I learned from them)
When the lights go out
And I’m left alone against the pillow
Sometimes I don’t want the morning to come
Today I feel pessimistic, today I feel like I don’t want to (-na')

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
(When is the light gonna shine on me? (When is the light gonna shine on me?)
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah (when is the light gonna shine—?)

I’ve got these scars, they’re not going away
They define me, I learned from them
These gray days are my mannequin (oh-oh-oh)
I dress them how I want and cover them with (eh; oh!)

I cover them with wine, I cover them with weed
The memories hurt, I don’t break the strings
I don’t feel sane, but I’m not crazy
In the good times or the bad, I keep the photos

That we took that time
Because of the pills, I don’t even know when it was
I search in my files for the scent of her skin
I search in my reasons for the power of faith

I spent so much time in my head
That sometimes it feels
Like the world gets mad when it sees me smiling
And for me, it’s just another excuse to not see more people

That’s why I lock myself away often
I feel it’s better to be alone
I’m part of the club of those who feel the most
And protect their hearts above all

I’ve got these scars, they’re not going away
They define me, I learned from them (hey!)
These gray days are my mannequin (oh-oh-oh)
I dress them how I want and cover them with, with, co-co-con (eh; oh!)

I’ve got these scars, they’re not going away (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
They define me, I learned from them (when is the light gonna shine on me?; hey!)
These gray days are my mannequin (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
I dress them how I want and cover them with, with (yeah)

(I’ve got these scars, they’re not going away)
(They define me, I learned from them)