Scars Songtext
von Charles Esten

Bobby rides that barstool and every night he′ll start out with a smile.
He'll tell a joke you′ve heard before just sit there laughin for a while.
But when it gets close to closing you'll have to call a cab and take his keys.
Cause he'll be crying out i′m sorry to someone only he can see.

Scars.
We all hide.
What we bury and then carry deep inside.
Makes life hard.
We all have our own scars.

The doorbell rang at midnight and Karen stood there crying at the door.
In her nightgown with a suitcase saying i just couldn′t take it anymore.
We stayed all night talking about all the pain and heartache that she's seen.
Till she said what is it about me that i only choose the ones who treat me mean.


Scars.
We all hide.
What we bury and then carry deep inside.
Makes life hard.
We all have our own scars.

Sometimes all it takes is some faded photograph of my old man.
And i′m right back in that struggle that i may never understand.

Scars.
We don't show.
What we bury and then carry down the road.
Makes life hard.
We all have our own scars.

Makes life hard.
We all have our own scars.