| Empty house filled with memories haunting me
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| When I sleep in this bed
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| The impressions you left make it hard to forget
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| It’s like you’re a ghost
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| Now all my picture frames are facing down
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| Cause I don’t have the strength to throw them out
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| I am scarred
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| From my head down to my heart
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| Where you aimed and left your mark
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| It’s all that I have to remind me you’re gone
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| It keeps me from moving on
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| Raise your glass cheers to never looking back on this world we built together
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| All I’m left with are these open wounds that aren’t getting better
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| Cause it’s hard to forget
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| This damn hole in my chest
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| And the mess that you left when you left me
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| Now these blankets and sheets are like chains around me
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| And this bed is now holding me hostage
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| I am scarred
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| From my head down to my heart
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| Where you aimed and left your mark
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| It’s all that I have to remind me you’re gone
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| It keeps me from moving on
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| If there’s a will, there’s a way
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| But I can’t seem to find it
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| If I could then I would grab our tape and rewind it
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| And erase the mistakes
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| All the bends and the breaks
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| All the lies and the smiles
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| You so easily faked
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| And accept all the facts that you’re never coming back
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| And it’s brought me to my knees
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| I am scarred
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| From my head down to my heart
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| Where you aimed and left your mark
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| It’s all that I have to remind me you’re gone
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| It keeps me from moving on |