| Forsaking every other thing
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| Leaving uncertainties behind
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| From the loneliness and the dark
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| I came into your light
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| No more sadness surrounding me My heart is beating its last beat
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| As I am breathing my last breath
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| For what I could not live without
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| Has gone and will not come again
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| Surrounded by sadness
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| The Trace of Things That Have No Words
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| Nothing can numb this pain, nothing can fill this void
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| Nothing can heal this wound, nothing can hide this scar
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| Nothing is what I have, nothing is all that’s left
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| Nothing is what I am, if I am without you
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| Looking down at my feet, why do they move at all?
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| Looking down at my hands, why do they work at all?
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| I hear the words I speak, why can I speak at all?
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| If I can’t speak to you, why can I speak at all?
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| I won’t give up this pain, the pain of what I lost
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| I don’t want to be healed, why do they even try?
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| Pain is all I have left to tell me this was real
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| Pain is the only thing left I can feel
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| My scars I show yo know, my scars
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| They prove my life was real, my scars
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| Here on my face, here on my arms
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| Lines from a play, you were the star
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| You see them now, you see my truth
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| The way I lived, I lived for you
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| These scars proved my life was real
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| Now you can see my face, now you can hear my words
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| Now can you understand how I traced out my world?
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| Why must I face this life? |
| Why am I here alone?
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| Where did the future go? |
| Why am I here alone?
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| My scars I show yo know, my scars
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| They prove my life was real, my scars
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| Here on my face, here on my arms
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| Lines from a play, you were the star
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| You see them now, you see my truth
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| The way I lived, I lived for you
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| These scars proved my life was real |