Getting closer to the breaking point.nWith blatant words, my voice is shot.nWhile my skull takes another hit, I try to cover my broken nose, body's weak, lacks courage and pride.nEach blow is more brutal than the last.nSeeing my mistakes slowly seep into the earth.nBearing scars that open now and then, each tells a different story.nI could really give a fuck if I ever win or lose.nYour wounds become a part of you.nThey condone the real truth.