Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scars, artist - Charles Esten. Date of issue: 10.11.2016
Song language: English
Scars |
| Bobby rode that bar stool |
| And everynight he’d start off with a smile. |
| He tell a joke he told before, |
| Just sit there laughing for a while. |
| But when it got close to closing |
| We’d have to call a cab and take his keys. |
| Cause he’d be crying out «I'm Sorry» |
| To someone only he could see. |
| Scars… |
| We all hide… |
| What we burry, and then carry |
| Deep inside, makes life hard. |
| We all lay our scars. |
| Door bell rang at midnight. |
| Carol stood there crying at the door. |
| In her night gown with a suitcase, |
| Saying, «I just couldn’t take it anymore.» |
| We stood up all night talking, about all the pain and heart ache, that she… |
| sang |
| Then she said, «What is it about me, that i only choose the ones who treat me |
| mean?» |
| Scars. |
| We all hide. |
| What we burry, and then carry, deep inside… |
| Makes life hard. |
| We all lay our scars. |
| Sometimes all it takes, is some faded photograph from my old man. |
| And i’m right back in that struggle. |
| And i may never understand. |
| Scars… |
| We don’t show… |
| What we burry, and then carry… |
| Down the road… makes life hard |
| We all have our… Scars. |
| Makes life hard… |
| We all have our, scars. |