(intro)\nThe ink beneath my skin screams the pain I carry within\n\n(verse)\nI believed... I fucking believed in them all\nFake friends wearing masks of gold\nFake family with hearts so cold\nShowed my loyalty, became their fool\nIn this suffocating society, I'm drowning in their pool\n\n(pre-chorus)\nYears... YEARS I sacrificed everything\nMy dreams, my hopes, my soul I gave\nFor worthless people who couldn't even wave\nWhen I was drowning in my darkest cave\nWhat do I hold now in these empty hands?\nNothing but hate... pure hate that expands\n\n(chorus)\nThese tattoos carved deep in my flesh\nThey're screaming stories you can't refresh\nEvery line, every shade, every mark\nTells the tale of a heart once sparked\nNow left to burn in the fucking dark\n\n(verse)\nThey had families to run back to\nWarm homes and people who stayed true\nBut me... ME? I stood alone\nCrying, bleeding, chilled to the bone\nNo one spoke my name in defense\nNo one broke through their pretense\nI'm the clown, yeah, I'm the joke\nThe one who gave until I broke\nShowed them loyalty while they schemed\nWhile I loved, they plotted and dreamed\nOf ways to use me, drain me dry\nThen watch me fall and wonder why\n\n(pre-chorus)\nThese fake friends wore friendly faces\nWhile stabbing me in hidden places\nThis fake family called me blood\nWhile drowning me in their mud\nI gave them pieces of my soul \nThey threw them away like coal \nMy sacrifices meant nothing \nMy love was worth nothing \nMy life became nothing \nLiving for others while becoming nothing \n \n(bridge) \nbut look at me now, look at these scars \nthey're not just wounds, they're fucking stars \nguiding me out of this hell i created \nteaching me how i was manipulated \nthe pain they gave me, this hate they bred \ni'm done being their fucking clown \ni'm done letting them tear me down \nthe loyalty i showed was real \nbut their love was fake, a crooked deal \nthe hate they gave me, i'll transform into strength that weathers every storm their betrayal showed me who i am not their clown, not their scam i'm a warrior forged in fire built from pain and pure desire \ni'm breaking free from their decay these tattoos on my skin they're not just pain from within they're battle scars of a war i fought lessons that couldn't be taught maps of the journey i survived proof that i'm still fucking alive \nyears i wasted on worthless souls now i see through all their holes the family that left me bleeding the friends who stopped believing they're strangers now, dead to me i'm finally fucking free these tattoos tell a different story now not of pain, but of how i rose from ashes of betrayal how i learned to prevail how the clown became the king how broken wings learned to sing i am not their fool anymore i am not what i was before i am the storm they couldn't weather i am the pain they couldn't tether i am the loyalty they couldn't break i am the man they couldn't fake