Let your hands come off the throat of your victim
I am no longer what you define myself as
Scars remain, but the knowledge of their purpose
Blades are dropped, and tears are dried
Plant the seed, water such with my tears
Strength and will grows as the light ever dims
Chains breaking as I will forever shatter you
Not am I to be made another of your victims
So many young minds and age wisdom left behind
Repair the mirror with gauze and bandages
Cast me and I will break any former mold