They say your childhood builds you
I'm not sure if that can hold true
Maybe mine broke me
I'll open up to thee
He created my demons
I can not slay them
A power I think I can control
It really holds a vital role
Some of just isn't
But some the greatest element
He told me that these colors suited me well
So my colors are black and blue
That shade of Crimson
It comes from within
He taught me how to hate this
It's something I sometimes miss
You can't make this all better for me
But you are correcting the wrongs
My childhood is a series
Of mistakes and incorrect theories
Something only to be healed
These wounds created not fully sealed
I hear the things you say
I may not believe them despite their truth
You can heal my tortured soul
Even if I'll never be whole
The scars I have are my identity
A past from which I will never be free
But without this I wouldn't be with you
The pain has made me who you love
