Scars

Bobby rode that bar stool
And every night he’d start of with a smile
He’d tell a joke he’d 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 bury, and then carry
Deep inside
Makes life hard
We all have our scars
Doorbell rang at midnight
Carol stood there crying at the door
In her nightgown with a suitcase
Saying «I just couldn’t take it anymore»
We stayed up all night talking
'Bout all the pain, and heartache that she sang
Then she said «What is it about me
That I only choose that ones who treat me „meh“?»
Scars, we all hide
What we bury, and then carry
Deep inside
Makes life hard
We all have our scars
Sometimes all it takes
Is some faded photograph of my old man
And I’m right back in that struggle
And 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 scars
Makes life hard
We all have our scars