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

Gotta lift my head

From these calloused hands

So I can see the good

In whats goin on

Don't want to waste anymore ink on this page

Or strokes of the keys

Not one more hammer to spell out this quiet rage

No, my armors not what it used to be

But what in life still is

Calloused