by Noise Pollution

There were scars on his face
I guess you could say
I’m one of the lucky ones
at least I got away
At least I can cover the truth
I can hide it from all of you
I’m one of the lucky ones
I can hide it from all of you

But every other night
I wake up in red light

You can tell me that I
can try to change.
But there’s nothing in the world
that can make the scarring fade

Must mean I’m preoccupied
with myself
like nobody else
I’m selfish ’cause I
am one of the lucky ones
still alive
but I’m stuck in my head
and I might as well have died.

Everything, everywhere
I feel the rip, I fell the tear
If I could scream, and they were there
then maybe I wouldn’t be so scared
but my lungs taste smoke
and the room’s still red
and I hold my breath
as I lay in bed
and I cough and choke
and I shake my head
and I think too hard
til I sleep instead.

I’m one of the lucky ones,
and I’m as good as dead.

This is a song about me being a burn survivor, if it wasn’t already obvious. My feelings about it are complicated, and this song actually pieced together a lot of my emotions for me.