"Every Scar" lyrics

"Every Scar"

One, two, three, four

You could say you're done
And I won't take your words to heart
I know I'm no good
So, I know loving me is quite hard

Just hold out your hand
I'll place my soul within your palm
I'll give all I can
I'll cut open every scar

Are you here for me
Or is there no one else to hold?
It's hard to believe
That you should have to stoop so low

We should take some time
Need you to know what you can do
Beckon love, babe
And I will run straight back to you

You've been good
You've been better than all the rest
If I could
I would give you all I have left

You don't need
You don't need to hold the weight
So, let me sink
Float above all the empty space

You could say you're done
And I won't take your words to heart
I know I'm no good
So, I know loving me is quite hard

Just hold out your hand
I'll place my soul within your palm
I'll give all I can
I'll cut open every scar

I'll cut open every scar
I'll cut open every scar


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