I used to hide the cracks in my grin,
Cover the ghosts livin’ under my skin.
But every cut taught me how to breathe,
Every fall turned faith into belief.

They said, “Keep your head down, stay clean,”
But I found God in the in-between.
In the smoke, in the noise, in the wrong turns made,
I found a way to love what pain became.

Now the mirror don’t scare me no more,
I made peace with the mess I wore.
Every bruise another brushstroke true,
I made a masterpiece outta what I’ve been through.

We wear our painted scars like gold,
Proof that we made it out the cold.
Every burn, every mark, every broken part —
Still beats, still bleeds, still art.
(Yeah, we shine through the cracks we hold.)

We built bridges outta busted dreams,
Turned heartbreak into gasoline.
Drove through hell with the windows down,
Came out singin’ — still hear that sound.

We don’t break, we just rearrange,
Every wound a window for change.
If pain’s the price of bein’ real,
Then I’d pay twice just to feel.

Now the mirror don’t scare me no more,
I made peace with the mess I wore.
Every bruise another brushstroke true,
I made a masterpiece outta what I’ve been through.

We wear our painted scars like gold,
Proof that we made it out the cold.
Every burn, every mark, every broken part —
Still beats, still bleeds, still art.
(Yeah, we shine through the cracks we hold.)

Don’t cover up the thunder inside,
Let it echo, let it collide.
The beauty ain’t in stayin’ clean —
It’s in the chaos we’ve seen.

We wear our painted scars like gold,
Proof that the pain can make us whole.
Every line on our skin, every tear, every start —
Still burns, still bleeds, still art.
(Yeah, we shine — we shine through the dark.)