lives this way? You tell me I'm wrong I'm risking my life Still, I have nothing in return I show you my hands You don't see the scars Maybe you'll leave
I used to have dreams. But I cashed in something long ago, That I can't redeem. Once you are, just another cut away, Now your scarred, And these scars
believe That you can cover up the scar That's who you are, we see the scar That's who and what we see the cut Wear the scar that's who you are Thinking
the feeling that everything In America is completely fucked up? The choice you make will be your own A pattern forms, too scarred to feel Too scared
Scarred for life Wounded deep within Healing this bludgeoned soul Must somehow begin Often cry out in the night Twisted into delusion Crawling into the light Scarred for life, scarred
destruction of my flesh, Killing me over and over again. The blackness still comes, forever killing me. I rock back and forth, staring through. The blackness which slices through, My scarred
I was scarred, scarred for life, scarred for life Yes I've been scarred, scarred for life, scarred for life Yes I've been scarred...I've been scarred Scarred
He committed suicide. Some bitch took him for a ride and he believed all of her lies. He was scarred by love. Oh oh oh oh oh. Scarred by love. He was scarred
your scars Braiding your soul in a hard luck story Show your scars Spilling your blood in a hot sun's foray Show your scars Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
me, erase me Heal my wounds and remove my filth Empty, soulless My heart of stone so ashen cold Tearing, burning The years of pain I can't forget Forever scarred
At home some day you will be so very glad You kept on holding to those nail scarred hands There's strong and sure... I'm holding to those blessed nail scarred
don't believe in Inside I feel like screaming She gave me every reason to believe I'd found the one But my doubts somehow they sold me out I'm bruised and scarred
Office workers 9 to 5 They just don't realize That selling flowers on the corner Ain't some kind of strange disorder Call me hippie, call me freak But
the line they hold I said nobody said it would be fair They warned you before you went out there There's always a chance to get restarted To a new world, new life Scarred
I said Ia??m so used to writing songs about whata??s right; about whata??s wrong about never leaving in times that are hard but then I never wrote whata
't go away Scarred for life I'm frightened to believe in God who I just might betray Scarred for life Scarred for life Scarred for life Scarred for life
in the nail scarred hand Are you weary and worn from its tort and strife Bless your hand in the nail scarred hand Bless your hand in the nail scarred
You couldn't care less - a dying friend You really look sick - the needle is deep You'll never give up - Tell me for what Scarred for life, scarred
